Redtail Rise To the Bone

Lilia kept her head up, but for the most part kept her eyes off Masque during feeding. To stare might have shown interest, and Lilia didn’t want Masque to feel as though a debt was now owed. This was pack life; Lilia had learned how to co-exist. 

She flicked an ear in Masque’s direction, noting too the depth of their voice in comparison to the way that Lilia spoke. She sighed softly, and shrugged, careful not to elbow Masque in the process. 

”Meh,” She confessed. She flicked a rock with her paw and frowned. ”I jutht dunno why Prophet jutht up an’ left. Like wight when the kidth were born, an without thayin’ nothin’,” she said, ruefully. ”He thay anythin’ to you?” She asked, hoping perhaps a bit that there might be some sort of explanation.