Redtail Rise Moonburn

There was something soothing about sinking her teeth into the wood, though Masquerade was careful not to press down too hard and risk breaking it. She prepared to lift and glanced at Ashlar, her goldenrod eyes flashing in the dark and an ear twitching to acknowledge what she took as a casual comment and nothing more.

A little while later, they had delivered the rest of their gifts to the other expecting mother. Masquerade made sure to bequeath Ashlar his token egg before gobbling her own. As innovative as their transport had been, she now had a pretty bad crick in her neck and decided to take a short walk to work it out before retiring for what remained of the night.

Thank you for the help, Ashlar. Good night.

He’s more than welcome to come scold her in that thread if you like (or we can have another of our own)! :)