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When his muzzle brushed theirs, shortly followed by a fond lick to their chin, Masquerade rumbled an affectionate note. They tried to put aside their anxieties and misgivings about the situation. The rise had moved into an era of uneasy peace, which could soon settle into true harmony. They needed that to get them through the winter, so all thoughts of spring—of dens and derivatives—would be stored for later contemplation as the twosome headed home.