Redtail Rise all you want is one more saturday

The girl dipped her head, which Masquerade took as acknowledgement. They felt a small pang of dismay, wondering if the Saturdays would take after their parents and never vocalize. The Caru yearned for more pack mates who could communicate with words.

They tucked that thought aside and paddled over to join Sunset on the little spit of rocky sand. They stood there a moment, dripping, then Masque gave in to the irresistible impulse to shake the water from their pelt. The warm summer air felt much more pleasant with damp fur.

Masque glanced at Sunrise, who seemed preoccupied with something in the nearby shallows. Their goldenrod eyes flicked to a shadow moving beneath the surface: a fish.

They’re very difficult to catch, they observed aloud, but sometimes it’s fun to try.