Redtail Rise fairy-land

I want to help too, Masquerade rumbled as she appeared nearby, head and tail held in deference to her elders.

She was never far from Avicus these days, watching in fascination as the Wealda’s flanks grew rounder every day. Masque had no way of knowing when her younger siblings would make their appearance, though she sensed it must be soon. And Avicus seeking a place to whelp them supported that theory.

Her eyes drifted to the mouth of the den, dimly recognizing the place of her own birth. Mostly she saw all the work they must do to make it habitable again. Her muscles tensed as she awaited the Wealda’s permission.