Redtail Rise eulalie

Avicus instructed her to look, so she did. She studied the hole as her mother offered a brief explanation, then posed a question. Masquerade glanced back at her, then padded closer to the hole to inspect it properly. Her nose combed over the cold earth, soft snuffling sounds escaping her as she assessed.

After several minutes, she lifted her head and looked to the Wealda to report, I don’t know what they’re called but there’s two, maybe three. Masque paused thoughtfully, dropping her head for a final sniff. One male, two females. All healthy.

Standing upright again, her tail waved as she regarded the hole, then her dam. Masquerade wondered if Avicus meant to hunt them. By now, she was quite adept at stalking prey—the larger the better, though she often tracked smaller animals too—but when it came to catching anything, well…