Redtail Rise Some Words with a Mummy

Redd straightened and tilted her head, appraising her sister, before moving silently to her side to sit next to her.  If she wasn't feeling well than she could give her company instead, support as well.

Masquerade was often an enigma for her reticent sister.  She had emotions and moods, thoughts and feelings that Redd couldn't follow.  But she was pack, family, and loved in her own quiet way.

This conversation would be one of those times.  Redd wasn't sure why she was asked this question or why it was even a question in the first place.  She had no reason to think of these kinds of things yet.  She shook her head, the simple answer being no.  It wasn't her decision to think about.  Why did Masquerade ask?  Redd looked at her, concerned by both the way she was breathing and the way she seemed off-balance - in many ways.  Wealda decides.  she said, hoping to reassure her.  There was no reason to even consider such questions.