Phoenix Maplewood Rooted inside of my DNA

They heard the rumble of a masculine voice, too distant to make out the words. That decided it for Masquerade. Hackles prickling warily, they turned and galloped back toward the rise. If they crossed paths with any patrolling guardians, they would notify them of the strangers lurking in the nearby woods out of an abundance of caution. But hopefully nothing would come of it, so long as they didn’t range any closer.