Nova Peak Splitting

Masquerade had snarled at her today.

It had been quite startling for the girl who lived a most un-bothersome life, but it had also struck a chord of concern for the one she saw as her most doting and inoffensive parent – sibling relation aside. At an invisible distance, she followed the caru ulfr’s scent out of the rise on a rare journey beyond the borders, moving slower as the trail grew stronger and warmer.

She saw the monochrome sitter resting beneath an overhang, staring out at nothing. At least, the fifth child assumed it was nothing – the mist made it hard to see anything. Keeping well back, lest she get snarled at again, she snorted to draw Masquerade’s attention and ducked her head as if in apology.