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At the base.  By the river.  It was a large formation, larger than either the rise or nova peak, but it would be hard to miss the pack if she only went east and followed the base.  She did not have more specific landmarks than this.

It was different.  Redd nuzzled her sister back, silently agreeing despite her own private feelings.  Masquerade had once provided something needed, but this was no longer the case.  She wondered if Masque felt this too, or if perhaps it had always been this way for her.  Maybe she and the rise had never provided this, and this was why she had found it better to leave than to stay.

She knew a few things that were wrong, but if things were right for Masquerade, then things could be right for her as well.  Perhaps this feeling of loss was more than them; it was the loss of the family she knew, the supports she had thought to have when the time came to raise her own children.  They would have no Avicus, no Masquerade, only her.  Then maybe the true reason there would be none for her this year was that she knew, in this moment, she was not enough.  Not yet.

Hunt lead and hunt wife would help, but it could not be the same.

I’m glad.  Redd replied, her gaze warm.  The words were genuine despite the tinge of melancholy that laced deep within.  She truly was.  She just wished Wealda were still here.