Redtail Rise 10,000 Spoons

His ears tilted forward inquisitively, his expression belying his interest in such an endeavor. The Caru knew it would take more time to heal the rise’s wounds—and for Masque to sort out her own inner demons—but the devoted glint in Mountain Boulder’s eye gave her hope.

On that note, she’d hoped others would come and said as much: I was looking for Watcher and some of the others to come too. I was hoping we could track, maybe hunt if there was enough of us…

She arched her head, peering around the rise. All was still. The cold air remained silent. Masquerade huffed and eventually looked back to Mountain Boulder. He still held the tuft of red fur in his teeth, the individual hairs moving slightly with each puff of breath.

Could I put that somewhere safe? she asked in a soft voice. We can drop it off and maybe we’ll rustle up some hunters in the meantime. Otherwise it’s just you and me.

Masque’s long tail swung as she offered another nibble to his jaw. The opportunity didn’t come along overly often but she’d always enjoyed hunting alongside the Ulfhedinn, just the two of them.