Redtail Rise Epica Maxima

He told them, in his way. Masquerade sometimes wished Augur could speak, though they valued him regardless. As they’d told their mother, he and his entire family were assets to the rise. And now they could be the mouthpiece for leadership anyhow, bringing even more balance and representation to the pack.

We’ll be reunited properly soon, Masque said softly, reaching to nibble at Augur’s jaw.

In the meantime, they would hunt, tapping into their experience as both a Caru and an Ulfr. Masque didn’t doubt her parents kept her well-fed despite the situation, though they ought to bring snacks to Sunrise just like the other pups.

As they waved their tail and readied to depart, Masque couldn’t help but remember their matchmaking thoughts of yore. They valued bloodlines very much but if every wolf was a Redtail, the legacy would choke in time. It was only one of many merits the Ulfhedinn’s family brought to the rise, of course.

The yearling rumbled a farewell, glanced questioningly at the rise, then trotted in a generally easterly direction.