Redtail Rise Needlework the way, never you betray

Check me out, making a cameo in my own thread to dodge the checker. #characterdevelopment

Time passed and Masquerade withdrew from the daily goings-on of the pack, only emerging from her retreat beneath the pine when summoned by one adult or another. She was nothing if not submissive, though she felt most comfortable lurking in her hideout, keeping to herself (and her army of cicada shells). She preferred to observe the others without directly engaging with them.

From her little foxhole, she watched Ancelin and Atreus, catching snatches of their conversation. She didn’t need to hear his vitrolic words to know that Atreus loathed her. He made it abundantly clear. Strangely, Masque didn’t fault him. She had nearly killed him, after all. She wished she could make things right between them, yet she didn’t know how.

Anyhow, it suited her to avoid him and his brother as well. “We don’t need them…” she heard Atreus say and, as if cued, Masquerade slunk backward, disappearing into the brush.