Redtail Rise In the Faces of Cats

A solitary voice called in response. She smiled, tail waving as she waited for Sunrise to appear, a frosty specter in the night. It lifted slightly as the younger she-wolf came closer, her muzzle brushing the Caru’s gray shoulder. Masque’s head raised too, though she quickly bent to place an affectionate lick to the bridge of Sunrise’s muzzle.

Noticing the way she glanced off into the darkness, Masquerade questioned, Do you think your sister will join us too? I want your mother to wake up to something fresh for breakfast.

She wondered what New Snow’s daughters thought of younger siblings, though she did not ask. Masque fell silent, golden eyes resting inquisitively on Sunrise’s face before sweeping the rise for any sign of Moon Runner.