Shadewood Even though we know it, everyone remains in play.

She knew she should take it easy, though they were just on—make that over—the cusp of locating prey. Masquerade swiftly bounded over to join Riley to assess the spoor nearer at hand, a little hobble in her step. Her long tail swished the air as she read the information contained in the scents, her mouth flooding with saliva.

I smell a new mother and more than a few suckling piglets, she huffed, raising her head to meet Riley’s eyes. I’m sure there’s a male around to protect them. But if we can even snag one piglet, I’ll take it…