Firefly Ravine jet

For a long time, Masquerade remained silent as they stared off into the distance. Living alone had a certain mystique, they supposed, but it would be unimaginably hard. Why were they imagining it at all? They shook off these strange thoughts.

I’m an Ulfr now, they declared, apropos of nothing, marigold eyes refocusing on Redd’s face. Let’s see if we can find any herds to track.