Firefly Ravine jet

Masque's head and tail raised slightly, the latter giving a slow wave. That was all. They settled back into a neutral posture a beat later, motioning for Redd to go ahead and eat. They then stepped backward, pondering leaving to continue hunting.

Instead, they stood there indecisively, huffing out a breath as their eyes panned over the rise. They looked away quickly, gaze touching on Dragon’s Back Ridge in the distance for half a heartbeat before they pivoted their whole body to turn their back on both.

They glanced at Redd, then to the fields beyond her to the west. Masque randomly wondered what it had been like, to be entirely on her own. It had been fraught, for sure, but had it been simpler in a way? It was such a foreign concept, they could hardly grasp it. They didn’t know why they were even thinking about it.