Redtail Rise 10,000 Spoons

He set down the small tuft. Masquerade shot him a grateful look, then bent to nose it closer to the rough bark of the pine’s roots. She didn’t want Riley to accidentally step on it, should he return here before she did. Her nose lingered, drawing in a draft of her mother’s missed scent, before straightening and looking to the Ulfhedinn.

No one else had magically appeared, so Masque returned his gaze and then nodded toward the territory’s northern outskirts. Perhaps they would find the wild pigs that tended to roam there. With just the two of them, it likely wouldn’t be wise to try anything, though perhaps an opportunity would arise.

With a woof, Masquerade began loping that way, pacing herself to match Mountain Boulder’s stride.

We can fade here if you want, though I’m game to continue! Whatever works best for you. :)