Redtail Rise all you want is one more saturday

While Sunset fished, Masquerade smoothed their tongue over the last bits of sticky red residue on their chest and forelegs. Hopefully that would discourage the flies from returning in full force. They still kept an eye on the pup, trying hard not to smile at her fruitless attempts at capturing a fish.

She did fish out something, though, and the Caru sat up to investigate the catch. It was only a wet stick with reeds tangled around it. Masque chuffed to the child, remembering her bid to play earlier. Their long tail thumped the ground as they reached to grab for one end of the stick and give it a playful tug.