Larksong Grotto Dog Songs

He said he would wait. Masquerade said nothing, their face similarly giving away nothing despite the way their heart skipped a beat. They merely acknowledged his words with a dip of their snout, which they swung around to prod their sister in the ribs none too gently.

After safely delivering her to the rendezvous site, Masquerade hastened back to where Louis stood waiting. They paused as if surprised he really had stayed, then trotted closer. They stopped about a yard away, stretching their neck a little to sniff noses.

Where were we? Masque asked, a little out of breath. Without waiting for a reply, they added, I need to hunt for my younger siblings, if you’d like to join me. You wouldn’t happen to know of anything that would help an upset stomach, would you?

They raised their eyebrows inquisitively, then motioned for him to come along as Masquerade assumed a slow trot deeper into the grotto.