Nova Peak Splitting

“Fifth” made no reply at first. Masquerade’s eyes followed her every movement as she released a soft breath, then circled and settled onto her haunches. Their gaze dropped to watch her toes kneading almost fitfully, raising right when the young she-wolf finally spoke.

Masque's lips parted then pressed together again as they processed this latest verse. The things that came out of their younger sister’s mouth were often peculiar and always thought-provoking. Before the Ulfr could come up with something to say, “Fifth” made an astute observation.

I’ll be alright, Poet, they murmured, then paused and cocked their head, or maybe… Prophet. There’s something very cryptic about this one. And I feel like I want to say, ‘I know,’ although I don’t know what I know, Masquerade posited, wincing a little as a spear of pain thrust through their temple.