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When Redd growled, Masquerade’s head canted, their fur rippling reflexively. They were curious which part of their dialogue prompted this reaction, though as soon as their litter mate spoke, their pelt smoothed. Their lips parted, though before they could say anything further, Avicus cut in to concur with Redd’s assessment.

Their jaw set. They wanted to prove that Caru belonged in leadership, that the role carried so much more merit and value than the rise had ever given it before. But Masque was tired. They didn’t want to fight with anyone else, least of all their mother and sister.

Masque dipped their head, sighing through their nose. Ancelin and Lilia hadn’t listened to either one of them, though perhaps they would heed Augur. Although their cousin’s behavior still rankled them, Masquerade still firmly believed their voluntary departure was the best possible outcome for everyone, most of all Ancelin and Lilia themselves.

I’m tired, they admitted in the next moment, but I would like to speak to Augur sooner than later, meaning Masque did not intend to put off their own parley for three whole days.

They shook out their coat and looked around. Masquerade realized that, more than anything in the world, they wanted to find Mulherin and curl up with him. It would have to wait, though. Once it was all said and done, then the Caru could gather all their siblings in one place again and finally get some rest.