Redtail Rise Some Words with a Mummy

Redd’s voice grounded her, before she even registered the words. When she did, she slanted her muzzle toward the ground and then glanced at her sister out of the corner of her eye. It felt sacrilege to think it, much less voice it, but one day, Avicus would no longer be the Wealda. That Redd was her obvious heir was a foregone conclusion in Masque’s mind.

When you’re Wealda, Masquerade said, trying not to dwell on the fact of Avicus’s implied death in the consideration, do you think you’ll want to have pups?