Redtail Rise To the Bone

Masquerade’s lips pulled into a frown at Lilia’s words. They hadn’t given given that entire situation any thought lately, though it still rankled, as did the idea that she’d found refuge in some random pack. It was certainly possible, though as much as it rubbed them the wrong way, Masque didn’t see much of a point in pursuing her anymore. They wondered if Lilia spent energy looking for the white woman specifically or if she just meant to keep an eye out during her everyday scouting.

But they didn’t ask. They didn’t say anything at all, especially when they realized just how fatigued they felt. Masque didn’t feel dizzy or sick, at least, just exhausted. Their meal hadn’t been very large, yet it weighed heavily in the pit of their stomach, even sloshing a little bit. Suddenly, all the Caru wanted to do was lie down and sleep.

And there was still the matter of their torn elbow. They’d pretty much forgotten about it, though as the exhaustion swept over them, the sting of it returned. Masquerade slowed in their step, then fell back entirely. They wearily inspected their elbow, which they could reach. They quickly cleaned it with their tongue, then looked up toward Lilia and sighed through their nose as they hastened to catch up to her.