Nova Peak End Game

Masque’s tail lashed in a pantherine manner against her sides. She spoke in earnest, Riley barely keeping pace with each thing she laid metaphorically before them.

He did not like the idea of being judged before a panel of wolves. In his present state none the less — it hurt his ego to have his worth measured at all in such conditions.

Then the Caru spoke of proving himself to her. A wrinkle appeared upon his brow. In what world could she easily decipher his trustworthiness and capability, here on the plains? And how could that translate to his utility in a pack? How?