Nova Peak Splitting

There was simply no time to educate her (usually very smart) sibling on the matter of why haunters and such could not be considered “dead.” A seminar on the matter brewed in her coffeepot head, but its nourishing drink could not be poured until the question of the riddle was resolved.

Carrion?

Carrion looked surprised, then she froze. So, rather than being able to read Masquerade’s mind, she had unintentionally telegraphed her own thoughts instead… Hmmm. This was an interesting development in her powers. Her expression went blank as she started calculating all the ways this new ability could be used on her packmates.

(She would remember later that her sibling was simply the most intelligent wolf she knew and was therefore more than capable of guessing some silly name.)

She saw Masquerade wince before making a joke; or at least Carrion assumed it was a joke, because of the wry note in their voice. The brightest stars are shining for you, she offered praise for the excellent guess, which they may not have even noticed was correct. In a fleeting show of affection, she booped Masquerade’s nose with her own. She then quickly pulled back. Why does the rabbit hide from the wolf?