Redtail Rise sonata

They walked alongside a stream for a little while, Masquerade dutifully remaining close at Ashlar’s heels even as most of her attention remained upon the waterway. There were so many sights, smells and sounds to intrigue her young senses.

He slowed and stopped, recapturing her attention and directing it toward a shallow eddy rimed with pond scum. She peered thoughtfully at the still water, looking for any sign of these eyes Ashlar mentioned.

A waterbug skimming along distracted her, reminding her of the yesterday’s grasshopper chase. Masquerade felt a hum of energy strengthening inside her, a keen excitement for the upcoming chase and—if she was luckier this time—dispatch.