Redtail Rise the island of the fay

”i’ve spent a lot of time caring for the four,” Masque says—and it shouldn’t, it shouldn’t cut into her like it does.

but she knows her disappearance has brought chaos to the pack, and most of all, her youngest children. better that Masquerade, as Caru, step up in her stead. better that the void be filled than left yawning, gaping, for her own vanity’s sake.

mmm, yeah. Mul, Avicus replies, a small smile gracing her mouth as she thinks of the dark boy. most assuredly Ashlar’s—a perfect blend of his parents. agree.

the others can learn, too, she posits to herself. . .but that sentiment has too many sibilants, and she’s eager to get on with the hunt.

findh oh’her hole, she tells her daughter, dipping her muzzle at the depression at their paws, then further down the path. we’ll ‘hhrap ‘em.

she takes a deep, steadying breath, filled with the heady scent of dying leaves and pungent earth, and prepares for what could be a long wait.