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Redd insisted Masquerade keep the rabbit. Especially in light of what she’d just said, she supposed it was sort of silly to be giving away food. Redtail Rise certainly didn’t need her handouts, even if it was more about the principle of it than anything else.

I know, she said, shrugging a little uneasily, I just want to keep putting things to rights, if that makes any kind of sense.

The next words out of her sister’s mouth earned a surprised glance. She appreciated the sentiment very much, though she didn’t want to ask anything of either Redd or the rise. There was a fine balance to be struck here, as she certainly wanted their moral support, without infringing on their resources.

If you come across any good candidates, feel free to send them my way, Masque said hesitantly, though only if you can spare them yourself. Otherwise, this is something I need to do, if I want to be a successful Alpha too.

She hoped the implication would go over well with Redd, though just in case there were any misgivings between them, she made a point to press her nose to her sister’s cheek. She thought of her recent conversation with Gavrel, wondering if he’d spilled the beans to the Wealda.

I would like to be allies. If that is something you want too, treat Dragonspine—that’s what we’ve decided to call it—like any other, Masque implored, expression contorting only a little at the latest wave of pain.