Redtail Rise Natural Born Killers

Nothing seemed amiss with him, at least outwardly. Masque withdrew about half a foot and crouched to gaze into Mulherin’s face, trying to read the look in his eye. He returned her gaze and Masque’s roved searchingly, though still they could not quite discern what bothered their little brother.

What is it? they coaxed in their deep voice, though his lips—momentarily parted as if to ask a question—pressed together and his eyes cut away.

And then he was loping over to wrestle his half of the kill from Redsky. Masquerade straightened and looked after him, tail giving a few pensive twitches. But all seemed well again with both boys, so the Caru decided not to dwell on it.

I’m going to check on mother. I’ll tell her you two made a kill, Masquerade announced, leaving the pups to their meal as they sought the Wealda.