Redtail Rise the island of the fay

I’ll help, they repeated, letting out a happy little grumble at Avicus’s soft touch.

The two of them began loping along the game trail. Masquerade dropped their nose to comb for scents, even as their mind flicked back to their recent conversation with Mulherin and, a little further back, to their brief exultation at the recent pack hunt as well.

Mother, they said slightly haltingly, waiting to be certain they had her attention before proceeding, I will never seek to usurp you. But I’m still interested in learning about Wealda, if you feel it would be worthwhile to teach me.

There was more they wanted to include, though Masquerade held their tongue and let Avicus respond. They wondered if she was surprised by the yearling’s notions.