Redtail Rise Moonburn

She stared at the clutch of eggs for a beat, one paw absently coming to rest on the dead pheasant’s breast as she deliberated. They looked absolutely scrumptious, though Masque knew she ought to bring them to Avicus or New Snow. She hadn’t eaten many eggs, though she knew they were as delicate as they were delicious. How could she transport them to the expecting mothers?

A voice answered her thoughts, spooking the Ulfr into a crouch. Her head snapped sideways and she stared at Ashlar, the sudden tension slowly leaking out of her muscles. She hadn’t expected to see anyone else at this time of night, though she didn’t mind company. Besides, he’d come up with a solution to her problem.

I want to take some to my mother, the rest to New Snow, Masque said in her deep voice. Maybe one each for you and me, she added on with a cant of her head and a twitch of her long tail.