The Tangle Where’d You Go?

The scent grew stronger. It definitely belonged to a mustelid of some sort. Masquerade didn’t know all the varieties, though they thought they caught a glimpse of dark brown fur through the undergrowth about two dozen yards away.

Masque looked over at Sky, who was gazing at them expectantly. The Caru shook their head. If they spoke, the weasel would surely scurry away. Besides, they wanted to see if the young hunter’s instincts would drive him. Masque gestured silently for Sky to act on said instincts.

It was very unlikely he would actually catch something as small and crafty as a weasel, though it would be excellent practice regardless. And perhaps Sky would surprise them.