Nova Peak Splitting

For several beats, all was still and silent. Only the fog moved. Masquerade’s headache dulled and their features twisted in relief when their sister snorted dismissively. “Fifth” approached then and licked at the Ulfr’s chin, though they ducked their head out of the way. Their brow furrowed as pain pulsed through it, though this time, at least, they didn’t snarl.

You don’t need food from my belly, they said firmly but gently. You know what you need? A proper name. We could call you Beggar or perhaps Recluse, they joshed, then grew more serious as they continued, or Owl, for the way you stare at everybody; or Poet, for the strangely beautiful things you say sometimes.

They cocked their aching head, wondering if their sister liked any of those ideas. Masque supposed it should’ve been their mother giving her a proper title but she hadn’t yet. Besides, the former Caru had been more of a consistent mother figure to these four, a thought which no longer felt treacherous. It was merely a fact.

Errors? What errors? :)