Redtail Rise Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque

Redd drifted behind as well, ghostlike, content to remain out of sight from their quarry.  Her attention was less on the ways they moved and more on the where.  She noticed they walked a trail, of sorts, and wondered if more things passed here often.  It seemed so.

When the pair paused she did as well, tasting the scents in the leaves as she waited.  She couldn't pick up anything distinctive over the thick scent of the creatures' musk.

Redd glanced at Masquerade, ready to part ways with these and go back.  She'd like to show others what they'd seen.  If the pack came together perhaps they could hunt.