Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

Rather than sulk in front of the pack—namely the pups—Masquerade left the rise to hunt. They would also keep an eye out for Avicus, though their hope of finding any trace of the Wealda had officially waned.

It had rained this afternoon but the sun returned just in time for sunset, bathing the plains in glistering hues of gold. Masque weaved through the long summer grasses, trying to stay focused on tracking.

It was difficult not to dwell on everything and worry about the rise. It wasn’t just that Avicus had disappeared and there was no longer a Redtail in leadership. With the way things had played out yesterday, Masque worried that nobody but Relic saw their value.

Surely it couldn’t be true, yet the thought brought them slowly to a halt, focus shot. They stared at the raindrops catching the last of the daylight, casting little rainbows here and there. Something about the sight raised their spirits a bit.