Redtail Rise — dragon's did

He didn’t answer, at least not verbally. This didn’t particularly surprise her. At that age, Masquerade had never bothered speaking either, not when body language had sufficed perfectly to meet her needs. She was still fairly fluent, though anyone would understand the way he shook his head meant “no.”

Before she could collect her spoils and continue on her way, the pup made another gesture, nearly as unmistakable. Masquerade drew in a breath. There was no way she would risk his parents’ wrath (again…) by taking him anywhere. But what if he wandered off on his own? Shouldn’t someone keep watch to protect him?

Masquerade settled her gaze on the child, shaking her head emphatically as she firmly said, No, in the hopes it might discourage him from exploring by himself.