Redtail Rise coffee bar

Masquerade stood on the highest crest of the rise, eyes narrowed and tail lashing as they watched the youth patrolling in the distance below. They hadn’t realized until very recently that their adoration of the young only extended to those born and bred in Redtail Rise. They did not approve of this young interloper coming here and using the pack’s resources. Where were her parents and why weren’t they taking responsibility for her?

The Ulfr supposed they should be glad the newest Toweard was at the very least contributing by guarding the borders. And perhaps she would provide companionship to her peers. In any case, it wasn’t up to Masquerade to decide who could and could not be part of the pack—a thought that suddenly rankled the loyalist—so they redirected their squint to the other side of the rise and descended to do their own duties.

Cameo for character development! :)