Redtail Rise the fortunes of the world

Now that she understood the purpose of a stockpile, Masquerade took it upon herself to identify all the caches belonging to the rise. As always, she tried to move as surreptitiously as she could, not just for the sport of it but also because she enjoyed the solitary nature of this endeavor and didn’t want to be bothered to socialize.

She rummaged around in a particularly fresh store of small game, wondering what made it so special that it should be so plentiful. Masquerade backpedaled away from the stash of meat without taking any, tipping her carmine snout into the air to sniff, then following her nose toward a nearby den.

She recognized the parents’ scents but halted, every instinct telling her to tread carefully here, or maybe not at all. Crouching now, Masquerade made to retreat when she caught sight of the blue eyes peering out from the den’s threshold.

Sucking in a breath, she rapidly crabwalked toward some cover, just in time to hide from the approach of Augur. He carried something bright red in his mouth, catching Masque’s eye as she hunkered down in the underbrush.

Just ‘cause she’s trying to hide doesn’t mean she can’t be spotted!