Redtail Rise Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque

As the pair of moose disappeared from view, Masquerade let out a breath and finally looked to Redd again. She saw the tension in her sister’s face, the question marks in her eyes. Masque started to nod, a silent agreement to retreat. But then she stilled, her eyes drifting to the spot where the mother and calf had gone.

Despite herself, she was tempted to try tracking them further. Masque bit her lip, feeling extremely nervous. What if the cow detected them and attacked? Could the two young wolves stay far enough back to learn something, without inviting a gigantic risk? She did badly want to hone her skills…

She would leave it up to Redd, in the end. Her sister was braver and more decisive. Masquerade closed the short distance between them, ruddy snout bumping questioningly at the other Bearn’s chin.