Redtail Rise the sphinx

Masquerade wished they were tracking the killer rather than a couple of wild pigs, though of course there was merit to keeping the pack fed and fueled. They wondered if they might be able to wrangle one on their own, though the moment they caught a glimpse from a distance, Masque knew it was far too risky. The feral swine were a lot bigger than they’d anticipated.

They fell back right when the Wealda sent up her call. Masque heeded it quickly, knowing there would be reason for it but making a note to mention the pigs to Avicus. Perhaps if she’d already gathered her children to her, the four of them could go after one of the hogs.

The last to arrive, they swirled their tongue around their teeth and bowed to their Wealda and siblings. Masque had no quarrel with their station as the lowest-ranking among the small family and made sure to keep their head low and limbs loose as they waited for their mother to speak.