Redtail Rise Restraint

It was pretty incredible what a difference a full belly made. She’d even managed to get some sleep, though it was the restless sort, plagued by nightmares of Avicus’s fatal hunt. Speaking of her late mother, Masquerade felt tentatively hopeful that she could keep her inner Avicus under control, though she knew there was only one way to be certain.

Four days after the former Wealda’s death and two days since the new one’s rise, Masquerade strode across the borders. She doubled back to study the scents, squatting to refresh her own markers. The Caru then hesitated briefly before calling out to let her pack mates know her whereabouts.

Determined to keep her feelings in check by keeping busy, she headed to a nearby cache, her limp slight. Masque would start there, then make a systematic check of the rest of the rise’s stockpiles. After that, if she had the stomach for it and her leg would allow it, she might round up the young adults for their first hunt since Avicus had fallen.