Redtail Rise Spirit of Tara

New Snow didn’t answer her in a way Masquerade could follow. The Toweard watched as the woman fed on the raccoon for a moment, then turned her attention to their surroundings. She ranged around the small dooryard, curious whether the raccoon might have a mate that would return home to find his pregnant partner slain.

When she looked back at New Snow, the woman nosed the remains toward her. Masque switched her tail and shook her head, walking over to join the woman as she moved toward the den’s mouth. She hung back, letting New Snow attend to her space.

The she-wolf produced a worn-out skin, presenting it to Masquerade. The Toweard sniffed it at great length, not only combing through all the rich scents but studying its contours. She wondered if there was more to such a thing’s preparation than simply ripping the pelt from an animal’s hide even as she turned to eye the bloodied raccoon.

She stepped over to the partially eaten carcass. New Snow’s teeth had torn some of the flesh and fur, smearing a good deal of it with sticky blood. Perhaps it wouldn’t make for a good blanket. Nonetheless, Masque wanted to try parting the skin from the body.

Some time later, she looked up from her work and said to New Snow, This is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.