Dawnlark Plains checkpoint

The woman fled quickly, prompting Masquerade to dig her heels into the snowy ground. She ground to a halt, ears thrust forward, tail curving over her spine and hackles still bristling. She did not make another sound, though her eyes followed the pale silhouette until it disappeared into the distance.

The Caru aggressively swiped her paws against the ground, kicking clods of dirty snow into the air as she left her territorial calling card. She shook out her ruff, then pivoted and loped back toward the rise, her thoughts only now catching up with her actions as she pondered her own instinctive impulses.