Nova Peak End Game

Masquerade shook their head and said patiently, That would be skipping some steps. Once we’ve established whether you’re interested in joining, they continued, pausing to give him a questioning look, I can take you to the borders and summon one of the leaders. They will decide if you’re a good fit for the rise.

They spelled it out as concisely and completely as they knew how, since he seemed to require such things. Masque didn’t mind. At least he spoke. They snorted under their breath, their entire hindquarters giving a twitch along with their tail, like an irate cat’s.

If you prove yourself to me first, I can vouch for you when the time comes, they thought aloud, pulse quickening a little as the words left their mouth. It could save everyone some time.

This wasn’t their wheelhouse at all. They had no experience whatsoever in recruiting wolves into the ranks and it required stepping out of their comfort zone. Truth be told, they were already well outside its boundaries, ever since first locking eyes with this interesting stranger.