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From her hiding spot in the brush, she could hear movements within the den, including a small yipping noise that made her ears pull back, then stand perfectly upright on her head. Masquerade raised it without thinking, driven by utter curiosity, though she promptly shrank when Augur pivoted and growled in her direction.

Perhaps she should’ve taken that as her cue to flee, though Masque could not bring herself to move just yet. She pressed herself as flat as she could, heart pounding against the forest floor as she tried to stay as still as possible. Her eyes remained riveted on what she could see of the den and its inhabitants through the underbrush. She held her breath, wondering if Augur had actually spotted her and might drive her away.

If he hadn’t and didn’t, Masque intended to remain watchful and wait for the perfect moment to sneak away without further detection.