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Another cramp came, though it wasn’t as terrible as its predecessors. Still, Masquerade couldn’t speak for a moment. Instead, she tried to understand the meaning behind Redd’s words. Did she mean she was too close to the rise? Or did she mean she oughtn’t be out here in the open?

Deciding it was probably the latter, she replied, I don’t have a choice. I have to keep hunting until I can’t. Luckily, we’ve struck gold in the valley east of the peak. I can’t tell you how many rabbits we’ve been able to bring back to our cache.

For now, it was just the one stockpile, near to her old dugout. With only the two of them, they had to prioritize some things over others. Multiple caches, perhaps even a larger whelping den: these would come later. Their borders weren’t even particularly strong yet, though Masque did her best to optimize her increasingly frequent calls of nature.

She and Riley didn’t have the luxury of Fengtoth, which of course was their problem, not Redd’s. Her gaze swept over the side of her sister’s face as Masque finally found she could unfurl a little, sit up properly.

I also need to keep an eye out for recruits. Even just one hunter would make a huge difference, she admitted.