Shadewood Arriving to new lands

Masquerade understood that sentiment quite well and acknowledged Nanou’s words with a dip of her snout. By now, her posture had relaxed into something more natural, though her long tail still swung in a loose curl behind her.

Good luck to you as well, were her parting words.

Her marigold eyes tracked the other wolf’s movements until she disappeared into the distance. Masque stood there a few beats longer, wondering if she would see Nanou again. Only time would tell, she supposed, as with most things.

For now, she pivoted on a black heel and loped back into the cover of Shadewood. Although they had parted on peaceable terms in the end, her fur ruffled possessively as she thought of how she’d discovered an intruder lounging so freely in her forest.

She would need to fetch a long drink and then do an intensive sweep. Masque had a lot of aggressive marking to do.