Redtail Rise Moonburn

No, Masque said instantly, bearing Ashlar’s advice in mind as she carefully placed the hen’s limp body.

Truthfully, she would’ve been happy to make a meal of it. She could use the nourishment. But with the stockpiles currently in jeopardy, Masque didn’t dare take food out of the pregnant females’ mouths. She would only eat the bare minimum, hence rationing herself an egg.

Working together, the pair of wolves transported her findings to Avicus’s sleeping place. Perhaps soon the Wealda would settle on a den, maybe even the one where she’d whelped Masquerade and her siblings. For now, she could still be found in the open. At this hour, she rested, though the young hunter would not be surprised if she slept with one eye open.

Quietly, she unloaded the dead pheasant and Avicus’s allotment of eggs from the nest. She nosed them into a haphazard pile close to the slumbering leader, then padded back to the transport. Masque locked eyes with Ashlar.

We’ll go to New Snow’s den site next, she whispered, her lips skinning back from her teeth as she made to pick up the branch again.