Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

Truthfully, they weren’t very interested in healing. But Masquerade could not deny that it fell under their purview more than anyone else’s, as the resident caregiver. There was no one in the pack who could teach them, so that left them with two options. Trying to teach themself seemed like a patently bad idea, so they would need to seek counsel from an expert outside the rise.

Recalling their alliance with the pack on the other side of The Tangle, Masque decided to try inquiring there. Before they ever came close to the borders, they felt very discombobulated and out of place. They were neither an ambassador nor a medic, yet here they were to barter for knowledge.

Staying much further outside the borders than was probably necessary, Masque sent up a brief howl requesting the ears of any resident medics. Afterward, they dropped their head and licked their chops. Feeling cagey, they began to pace.