Cedar Sweep aquiattuq

It didn’t matter what her mother or sister might have done, though Masquerade couldn’t help but ponder Avicus’s ties to Sapphique as she loped along a familiar route across the hinterlands. A dead rabbit swayed in her jaws as she considered the merits of forming alliances. She and @Riley could stand on their own, of course, but it might be nice to branch out and foster friendships with the neighbors.

Much had changed over these past few months, though Masque would always be a Caru at heart. Upon arriving at the edge of Cedar Sweep, she set the carcass at her feet and sent a low howl toward the misty sky. Asivaq had been heavily pregnant when they’d met and had probably given birth by now. Hopefully there was someone else—her mate, perhaps—who could come fetch this gift on her behalf.