Larksong Grotto Ligeia

The tip of her tail wiggled when Prophet gave her a nudge. She mouthed at his chin, a token of affectionate respect. When Masquerade drew back, she noticed that he wasn’t looking at her and she began to turn to follow his eye line when she heard the low woof.

Masque pivoted swiftly so she stood parallel to her elder, ruddy face pointed at the new arrival and eyes widening as she shouted, Chanterelle!

Only after the word left her mouth did she take a closer look and realize this wasn’t the woman from the nearby bog, just a strange she-wolf with similar coloring. She felt her cheeks warm and her eyes dropped bashfully, uncertain what to do say for herself after the mistaken identity.

Prophet posed a one-word question and Masque drew in a breath, glancing up briefly to await the woman’s response.