Herbalists' Cache with my eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

They found it difficult to concentrate, though Masquerade forced themself to leave Avicus’s den to hunt down some supper for their mother and siblings. Their (admittedly distracted) tracking led them due south toward the plains beyond the rise, though the scent trail led came to a dead end at their far side. Masque paused, tail flicking in agitation, trying to figure out their next move.

They thought they heard a voice speaking softly in the forest over yonder. Masquerade went very still and listened, though they heard nothing more. They raised their reddish snout into the air, sniffing after a scent. They were on edge due to the recent uncertainty in their pack’s hierarchy, their golden eyes flicking around rather more defensively than usual.