Redtail Rise Spirit of Tara

When she arrived at her destination, she saw New Snow already there, the smell of freshly churned earth barely concealing the scent of a kill. Masque hesitated, then moved forward and placed her own game on the ground. She would bury it, though first things first.

She turned to regard the Bitan, who moved forward to greet her. The Toweard dropped her tail in deference, sniffing noses with New Snow. Was she here to support the Wealda too? Rather than feel competitive about it, Masque was just glad someone else was looking out for Avicus and her unborn pups.

It was women’s work, she thought again, and took a step back to regard New Snow thoughtfully. The Wealda had allowed her to breed last season. Would she welcome a litter this year as well? Would she let Masquerade help? She didn’t want it to be like the last time, where she had been a stranger spying, intruding on their den site.

Will you have pups again? she asked forthrightly, aware that New Snow and her mate didn’t speak but knowing they still understood.