Firefly Ravine jet

Masque felt pensive today. It made them restless. They quit the rise, ostensibly to track prey. Normally they would’ve headed to the peak next door, though they picked up Redd’s scent headed west. They didn’t feel very sociable, though they followed it nonetheless. They could hunt for their sister, help her rebuild her strength. That didn’t require discourse.

Some time later, they found her near the ravine, the rinds of a rabbit nearby. Splotched in cold grime from the marsh, Masquerade dropped a muskrat at Redd’s feet.