Redtail Rise the hunger games

The neonatal stage seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Masque’s siblings were quite rambunctious at a little over five weeks of age, growing rapidly into miniature wolves. New Snow’s daughters were now two weeks old and looking less like root vegetables every day. They headed to see the latter now, empty-handed this time but eager to pay a visit anyway.

They stopped short when a startlingly loud shriek wafted out of the den. Masquerade quickly recovered and closed the distance, thrusting their ruddy snout into the dim interior with a look of alarm. Everything appeared normal as their golden eyes bounced from one face to the other, although Masque did notice a new development.

You can see, they acknowledged with a few slow passes of their tail, focusing on Saturday’s Sunrise as they eased forward into a sphinx pose.