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Me too, she said, truly meaning it.

She glanced at the nearby mountainside. Masquerade had quite literally chosen an uphill battle. Her eyes found the ledge. She could still picture Avicus seated there, her fur smoldering with setting sunlight. She swallowed, turning her eyes back to her sister. Redd had been there too, witness to Masque’s lifelong battle to carve out her niche among the Redtails.

The current Wealda likely had may things to do, yet Masque was reluctant to part ways with her sister. She couldn’t be sure how much time had passed but it felt like only a few minutes since those cramps had stopped her in her tracks. They still resonated now, though the pain was a great deal more manageable.

Will you tell me more about Gavrel? How did you meet? she asked after a moment, long tail swaying.