Felltree Marsh Im trying to help

Like bullets they came, flying past the two youths. Masquerade held position and motioned for Bobcat to do the same, at least until Ancelin appeared. He slowed to exchange a look with her before loping after the myriad adults, which the Toweard took as a cue. They vastly outnumbered the slayer now, so it would be relatively safe for the Bearn.

All the same, she instructed Bobcat to remain close to her as she pressed her muzzle to his shoulder to begin the forward march. They gave the corpse a wide berth, though Masque’s gaze lingered on it as they passed. She caught the stench of blood and realized, with a pang of horror in an already horrific situation, that the wolf smelled of the rise.

Surely their cavalry would overtake the guilty party and make her answer for her crime against the rise. Pacing herself alongside the younger wolf, Masquerade clenched her teeth as yet more comrades flew past, including young Lilia. She was about to call out to caution the smaller pup when New Snow ranged past, hot on the “princess’s” heels.

Wondering if Bobcat might want to go with his mother, Masque met his eyes and nodded. He would be safer with his parents than with her, she supposed. Still she would bring up the rear of the deadly caravan, realizing as she loped along that this was beginning to feel very similar to a hunt, only with higher stakes.

The sounds of a great commotion ahead made her pick up the pace, heart pounding in her chest as she smelled the scent of blood in the air. When she came upon the scene, she hung back from the chaos. Riveting though it was, Masquerade made sure to look around for Bobcat and Lilia.