Redtail Rise the island of the fay

Following their talk with their brother, Masquerade felt compelled to seek out Avicus. They tracked her across the territory, her trail leading toward the forests. They caught sight of her just shy of the tree line, sniffing along the ground as if searching for something. The Ulfr paused to watch her a moment before loping down to join her.

Once, they would’ve greeted her as the Wealda, their nose quick to bump her chin and their long tail lowering. Now, they strode up beside her with a gentle woof, marigold eyes trailing speculatively over her face. Their body remained carefully neutral for the moment. They reached to touch her cheek, an unspoken apology for interrupting what looked like a small game hunt.

Mother, they said, their deep voice pitched low as they asked the question that had been lurking in their mind for some time now, will you be stepping up as Wealda again?