Redtail Rise the duc de l'omelette

Never had she tasted anything quite like that first mouthful of fresh meat. Masque was too busy savoring it to register Avicus’s comments, though some part of her brain stored these tidbits for later contemplation. Her mother’s astute observation that, “We are all blood and bone…” would in particular haunt Masquerade in the coming days, following her accident with her cousin, Atreus.

But for now, she gorged on her mother’s kill alongside her siblings. It was a feast for all the senses, not just taste. The smell of blood was thick in her nose, the heat of it warming her ruddy face. Everywhere her eyes darted, she saw shades of red and pink that made her mouth water all the more.

Already, she couldn’t wait to make her own first kill.