Larksong Grotto Dog Songs

He provided a rather theatric introduction. Masquerade took in every word with a faint twitch at the corners of their mouth. Otherwise, they remained stoic, waiting for him to finish and inevitably ask for their own name.

I’m Masque, they offered, shifting their weight and pausing to listen to the thicket behind them before continuing, and I don’t have any fancy titles to share.

They were Caru of Redtail Rise, of course, and the offspring of Avicus, former Wealda. But these weren’t things they would readily share with a stranger, no matter how appealing he looked nor how friendly. Maybe if they became better acquainted, the yearling would offer him more details.

But, they decided, their sister’s whereabouts would not be among them.

What exactly is a ‘bane of crabs’? they wondered with a twitch of their long tail.