Redtail Rise i know you want my thunder

The scent of brine and sand. It was no surprise she was from Sapphique. His posture loosens, his gaze falls away from her eyes as she speaks, instead studying her features—as if she were an intricate portrait.

Chani is revealed to be the girl's name. She couldn't be much older than himself; the thought lightens his spirits.

Mulherin, of the Rise. Avi’s my mom. He replies in a welcoming rumble. Unbeknownst to Masquerade, he's been working diligently on his speech. It took a conscious degree of focus, though not enough so that it would be noticeable—he thought, at least. He would be sorely wounded if he embarrassed himself in front of the girl.

A thin, warm smile lines his face. His tail sways as he leans forth to sniff at her pelt.

What brings ya?