Shadewood With all the fire we can breathe.

Yes, she was definitely using her forelegs to speak, just like Sable. Masquerade exchanged another glance with Riley, who stood right beside her now. Despite herself, the reminder of the young wolf further smoothed her temper. Her fur flattened, only a little ridge along her backbone remaining raised. Her stature did not otherwise relax.

Keeping her eyes on the woman, she angled her mouth toward Riley to whisper, Her sign language reminds me of Sable’s. In any case, would you care to keep an eye on her while she hunts for us?