Redtail Rise the island of the fay

Masque's thoughts ran alongside her own—at least regarding the past hunting expedition. she catches the flash of her daughter's glance and nods, all the while ears cupped, listening for subterranean sounds.

then. . .

a shuffling, a muffled—

a round brown face with protruding teeth shoots out, gawps at her, and retreats as quickly as it had emerged.

coming your way! Avicus barks. she hopes she's right, though she supposes the gophers could have more sophisticated tunnels. 

she hopes Masque will be on the receiving end, though. they'll trap the thing, if not quick enough to nab it outright.