Redtail Rise Twin Flames on a Masquerade

The word “rule” still felt a little strange in their mouth, though they refused to shy away from it now. Mulherin certainly didn’t bat an eyelash at their suggestions, though he gently reminded them that all of this would take time.

Yeah, they agreed with a small smile, touching their muzzle to his. You’re right… again, Masque tacked on the last word with a chuckle, warm breath gusting against his whiskers.

They stepped back, deciding they would seek out their mother soon, perhaps in the morning. Although Masquerade made no mention of it now, they planned to finally address the giant elephant in the room with the former—and hopefully future—Wealda.

I was thinking of calling the others for a night hunt. But I’m not married to that idea. Is there anything you’d like to do, Mul? Just don’t say ‘go to bed,’ the yearling quipped.