Redtail Rise the island of the fay

cameoooooo!

Carrion had thought to track Masquerade this day, perhaps to inspect them for more troubling signs of that inner pain they still squirreled away from the others, but at some point her masked sibling’s path converged with the tracks of the red mother, stopping her dead. The fifth child of Avicus felt something curdle in her stomach. And it wasn’t all the rotten meat.

She ventured further until the two wolves were in sight, watching them for a moment. They spoke briefly, though she was too far away to hear any of the conversation shared, before they began ranging onward in tandem hunters’ strides.

Carrion swallowed a sour taste, unaware that she’d been holding her breath. She felt indifference towards most wolves, fondness for others, but for Avicus, her own mother? She wasn’t sure. A mix of fear and disesteem wrestled within. She turned away with a childish snort. She hadn’t cared when the red mother had returned, she saw no reason to care about what she was doing now.

The girl slithered away in a rustle of dry grass, intent on putting her thoughts to more important matters: a bit of black meat in one of her many hidey-holes, something to quell her upset.