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She stiffened a little at his enthusiastic reply coupled with his sudden movement forward. Masque comprehended the invitation and leaned in to exchange scents, tail gone motionless against her hind legs now. She drew back after a moment, bright eyes tracking over his face quickly before averting.

Thank you, she replied simply, then shook her head. No. When I first met Asivaq, I was scouting the hinterlands. But my mate and I have since decided to claim the shady wood due northwest of here. Masque paused to deliberate something before adding, If and when you’re able—when your children are more grown—you are welcome to come by, if you like. I was actually thinking we could perhaps be allies.

The slightly higher pitch of her voice betrayed a slight fluster with the entire notion. What if Kigipigak and his mate saw no worth in such things? Masquerade thought the idea had merit, though ambassadorship was not her forte… at least, not yet. She took a steadying breath and remained calm, anticipating his reaction.