Nova Peak End Game

They barely had to look to find him, striding toward them along the foot of the mount. He noticed Masque at the same instant they spotted him, the two of them locking eyes again. This time, the Caru immediately averted their gaze. They backpedaled.

But they paused, one foreleg suspended and nostrils flaring as his scent strengthened in their nose. Was he injured? Their head canted ever so slightly as they glanced at him again, avoiding meeting his eyes. He looked like a powerful specimen, though there was nothing threatening in his demeanor. He looked as wary as Masquerade felt.

They planted their dangling foot and stood up a little straighter, shoulders squared. They could see the rise over his shoulder. Did he intentionally block their path? Their ears pinned backward, then swept forward against a moment later. Masquerade clenched their jaw, thinking, then finally decided to muster some boldness and break the cagey, mutual silence.

Are you following me?