Redtail Rise Deadlatch

Masque notices him before he can announce his presence. They startle, but only slightly.

He offers a small smile, butting the crown of his head into their side; an affectionate apology for the scare. Their following praise earns a half-hearted, breathy chuckle.

As for how he was? That was complicated.

Tired. Comes his answer. Succinct, but painfully accurate. Though, his concern is less on himself and more on Masquerade. Playing mediator and facilitating the pack's politics can't be an easy task. He wonders if anyone has checked up on them, rather than the other way around.

How are you? He asks simply, head tilting.