Two Rivers Isle who of you will persevere?

Masque’s hackles ruffled as the younger stranger growled at her. She met the sound with a warning growl of her own, though she restrained herself from unleashing her full aggression. Her slanted ears and raised tail said enough, for the moment.

I hate to tell you this, she retorted coolly, but that’s not how it works.

She paused, pondering her next few words. Part of her wanted to dare the yearling to try taking what was hers. Actions spoke louder than words, if she was trying to defend her claim. But Masque actually felt a flicker of concern for this disgruntled youth.

Where are your parents? Is anyone else here? Masque wanted to know.