Redtail Rise To the Bone

By the time Lilia returned, Masque did feel a little better. Some instinct told them to let their head hang low between their shoulders while they rested, though their eyes quickly lifted at the sound of footsteps. The smell of meat hit their nostrils and their head rose too, nose quivering as saliva pooled in their mouth.

Thanks, Lilia, was all Masquerade said before starting to devour the proffered goat meat.

After tearing off a few chunks and swallowing them whole, they tried to pace themself a bit. They glanced at their pack mate, wondering if Lilia might want some. It wasn’t in their nature to resource guard at all, though Masque felt strangely reluctant to share.

How are things with you? they found themselves wondering aloud between bites.