Redtail Rise cinereous

I already ate, Masquerade said.

For a beat, she didn’t say anything else. She studied her sister’s face, trying to read between the lines. If Redd was distressed about something, would she tell Masque? Her ears slipped backward as she realized she wasn’t actually sure of the answer to that.

You didn’t answer my question, she pointed out, letting that statement linger a second before adding, If you don’t want to, I won’t force it out of you. But you can talk to me, Redd, about anything.

She gave her sister what could only be called the hairy eyeball then, though it was intended lightly. The Caru wouldn’t hound her sister, even though she felt little flickers of uneasiness deep in the pit of her belly.

I’ll take this to New Snow then, she said a moment later, pointing her muzzle at the rabbit, if you’re sure you don’t want it. I still owe her an apology.