Nova Peak lenore

Redd would arrive in time to hear most of these words.

Prior to her absence, they would have ignited the promise of a rivalry.  As fond as she was of Masquerade, she’d felt the promise of a future where the pack’s peace was hers to ensure - and its future hers to defend.  Even still, she felt the small curlings of a long-held, quiet ambition… but it was a dying ember, quick to expire.  She had no claim to it now.  Masquerade was worthy.

Quietly she moved up alongside, neutral and attentive, but adding nothing to the conversation but her contemplation.  She would do as she had always done; fill the spaces that needed filled and serve loyally those who commanded the respect of the whole.

She needed no more than that.