Dawnlark Plains Switchback

Masquerade shadowed Mulherin faithfully as he tried to suss out any clue that might point them toward the fawn’s location. They saw the way he grew discouraged over time, though the Caru said nothing. There was merit to persistence, though hunts of any kind more often than not ended in failure. This was an important lesson for any aspiring hunter to learn.

Mul, they broke the silence when they saw a particular expression on their charge’s face. Don’t beat yourself up. We fail more often than we succeed. Even if we don’t find the fawn, think of all the experience you’re gaining just by searching. If we can’t find it, don’t think of it as a personal failure on your part. Just credit the mother deer for hiding her young so well.

They touched their crimson snout to his temple with a smile, then withdrew and waited to see if Mulherin would prefer to keep trying or perhaps pick up where they’d left off with the main herd.

Feel free to fade this anytime, unless you want to keep it going forever. I’m game either way, lol.