Nova Peak they want the drip, they want the glow

Someone approached the northern reaches of Dragonspine. Masquerade sat on a ledge far above, watching the figure cutting closer and closer. She pondered the merits of going to greet them. Perhaps they could be recruited. But as the she-wolf came to skulk at the foot of the peak, Masque realized she knew this young woman.

She called out to Chani from her perch, requesting patience as she navigated her way down to meet the yearling. Masque moved carefully, ever mindful of her rounded middle and the way it changed her center of gravity. Every now and again, a cramp bladed through her, though it was the dull edge of a butter knife.

Chani! she shouted when she came within proper earshot, loping steadily toward her guest with a confident but easygoing bearing. Have you come to investigate the new neighbors? she guessed with a slight smile.