Redtail Rise the hunger games

Masquerade looked up at the soft rumbling sound, smiling reassuringly as they said simply, I know.

Returning their attention to the giggling Saturday’s Sunrise, Masquerade’s own tail thumped at the sight of the puppy’s wiggling posterior. Babyish words fell from little lips. Masque didn’t know them, though they thought they understood the gist.

Suddenly, the youngster flopped onto her side, little forelegs stretched toward the Caru’s paw. Masque slipped it away and promptly bent their head to snuffle at those tiny toe beans, their tongue poking out to tickle at the delicate pads.