Silver Moraine My Beat Goes

By the time Masquerade ate their fill, a few more faces had appeared at the supper table. They licked their chops as they did a brief head count. They were surprised to see Avicus hadn’t joined them. They glanced back at the rise, expecting to see her striding this way, prepared to claim dominion over the carcass. There was no one there.

The Caru decided to grab a chunk of meat and take it back to her. Perhaps the Wealda was asleep or simply preoccupied. Masque rumbled a note as if to joke, Leave some for her! Of course, there was still plenty. With a flick of their long tail, they sank their teeth into the chosen morsel and galloped back home.