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She gave a little yip when he jabbed her, then bent to sniff at the broken antler when he placed it at her feet. Masque couldn’t wait to take it to their makeshift den and stab Riley with it—playfully, of course!

Hearthwood? she repeated, raising her head and arching to sniff gently at her brother’s ruff, trying to read some details in the scents there. Whereabouts are they? she wondered, not particularly surprised that he hadn’t seen their sister.

She didn’t expect his question. It made her blink, though her smile was as quick as it was soft. Her lips parted to answer when she paused, pondering Riley’s surname. There were conventions about that sort of thing, weren’t there?

It’s Redtail now, actually, Masquerade announced with a gleam in her eye and a decisive lash of her tail. Remember when I said I wanted things I didn’t want before? And you said, ‘Who’s to say you can’t have them?’? Well, he’s one of those things. But the best part? He wanted me back.