Firefly Ravine jet

fine to fade!

Redd approved as Masquerade spoke, then led without hesitation.  Her sibling had changed over these last months and gained a confidence that suited them well.

She would not have complained if the hunt had taken them a distance, but she was grateful for the consideration.  It was delivered in a way that she knew was meant to preserve her dignity, but she felt no shame.  Weakness was not something a wolf chose, but something instead they worked despite.

With nothing more to add, Redd would follow in silence and mutual companionship, settling where Masque had chosen and waiting for the opportunity to join in a chase.  Together the two might corner prey, cutting the sprint even shorter.  They could spend the time waiting reacquainting, Redd clearing their pelt of brambles and taking in the familiar scents of home.