Redtail Rise To the Bone

Lilia began circling them, perhaps taking inventory of their wounds. Masquerade tried to follow her movements, though swiveling their head made it swim again, so they quickly faced forward and focused on a distant tree.

Thus they weren’t looking at her when they answered, I think that’s what caused it, before admitting, I haven’t been eating much lately. I’ve been trying to keep my mother and New Snow fed instead.

Masque knew they’d grown thinner over the past several months. Nobody had seemed concerned about it, so they hadn’t worried about it either. They knew wolves needed to eat to live, so she’d eaten just enough to get by. But perhaps it had gone too far.

Still feeling rather unwell, the Caru nevertheless tried to stand. They wouldn’t try to hunt in this woozy state, though they could at least walk to a cache and find something to eat. They glanced at Lilia.

I’m going to find something to eat in a cache, then find somewhere to wash my cut. I’ll be alright, Masque assured, letting the Bjern off the hook.