Redtail Rise Spirit of Tara

The first few days after coming home, Masquerade hid away beneath their pine. They stayed off their feet to let their sore foreleg mend and caught up on some much-needed sleep.

But soon they recovered enough to slink out of hiding and rejoin the rise’s routines. Actually, they threw themselves into a new one. It was early days yet, though Masque turned their focus to tending @Avicus. Whether the Wealda needed food, shelter or just companionship, that was their calling now.

They thought about consulting with @Ashlar about other ways to support Avicus during her pregnancy. But two things stopped them. Firstly, herb lore was beyond their comprehension and, frankly, their interest. The Alpha female would be in good hands with the Hǣlend. Secondly, something about this entire endeavor struck Masquerade as women’s work.

She didn’t question this. She embraced it, just like she seized a rabbit’s head in her teeth and executed it in a screaming spray of blood and brains. Masquerade’s tail twitched upward over her hips as she then carried her kill toward the cache nearest to Avicus’s usual haunt.

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