Redtail Rise the hunger games

The small puppy bumbled closer to them and Masque’s lips pulled into a pleased grin. They didn’t make any moves, just watched her and waited to see what she would do. Eventually, she sprawled onto her belly and reached out the tiniest of pale paws toward Masque’s much larger, grayer mitt.

They curled their toes, all but the equivalent of their index knuckling against their paw pad. Masque used this single digit to poke lightly at Saturday’s Sunrise’s shoulder before very gingerly drifting it upward to boop her right on the snoot.