Felltree Marsh Im trying to help

She was not the only one keeping a close eye on the pack’s younger members. Masque noticed New Snow watching them too and felt heartened. She allowed herself to divert her attention to the fray. She watched the wolves of the rise surge over the white she-wolf like they would prey, hunters to the very marrows of their bones.

But their quarry had teeth, claws and wits unlike wild game. Masquerade could only watch in utter disbelief when the murderer somehow managed to flee the violent scrum. The Toweard twitched in that direction, though halted when her superiors gave pursuit. Her mouth gaped as she watched them disappear into the distance, bewildered by this turn of events.

Bafflement soon turned to a sense of frustration at this unbelievable injustice. Masque stamped her feet in the dirt, nostrils flared. For lack of anything better to do, she glided back toward Bobcat, touching her nose to his shoulder. She exchanged a glance with his mother, ready to escort the pups back to the rise.

She wondered what they would do with the body when they got there.

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