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The Bearn moved in to grab a morsel, then retreated. Masquerade bobbed their head approvingly before sticking their ruddy snout into the entrails and pulling out one of the organs. They were rich in nutrients, Masque knew, and though the meat was a bit stodgy from storage, they still enjoyed the burst of juices on their tongue.

After a time, both young wolves had taken their fill. Masque kicked some soil over the rinds to hide the scent somewhat, then faced Bobcat. His legs were long and slim, though he still stood shorter than Masque. His over-sized paws would probably prove less than nimble in a fight, though they imagined he could do some damage with a properly executed swing of his paw.

After a quick assessment, Masque took up a position about two yards from Bocat, flexing their paws to grip the earth. They braced their legs and rolled their shoulders, anterior dipping forward ever so slightly. It wasn’t quite a playful bow, though the position was certainly an invitation.

Whenever you are ready, they instructed with a simultaneous twitch of their lips and tail, attack.