Redtail Rise The Old Songs Are Waking

No words were needed. Masquerade knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that New Snow had forgiven all. Now both her head and tail lowered as she graciously acknowledged this absolution. When the Ulfr favored her with a soft gaze, the Caru returned it with one of her own.

Then the woman sniffed toward her posterior. Masque huffed a laugh, long tail switching. When New Snow’s nose drifted toward her belly, Masque’s flank twitched in anticipation of its cold press. But she didn’t quite touch, happy little sounds rumbling from her maw as she withdrew and came to stand beside the Caru again, a paw settling on the slain rabbit.

I should probably mention that Riley and I are mates now, the Caru said with a third laugh, her own happy little noise.