Larksong Grotto Ligeia

Aside from her brief foray into the marsh a few weeks back, Masquerade never ventured outside of her mother’s claim. But when her current targets—a trio of does—led her eastward toward the neighboring grotto, she barely hesitated. They hadn’t noticed her yet, after several hours of careful tracking. She wanted to see where they went, what they did, whether they ever settled down to rest.

The Toweard followed them through the forest to a pool deep in its heart. She tucked herself away when they stopped to drink. Masque took a moment to look around, assess her surroundings with all her senses. But when the small herd moved again, her eyes cut back to them just in time to watch them bound up a sort of natural staircase on its far side.

She hastened after them, though they disappeared before she reached the foot of the steep outcroppings leading up to the glacier next door. Masquerade stood there and huffed, reluctantly accepting that today’s tracking venture was over and she should head back home now.