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She hoped her words would coax out Redd’s thoughts on the matter of motherhood, though she remained mum. Masquerade’s tongue darted out to lick her nose as she regarded her sister, a familiar feeling welling up inside her. It wasn’t quite frustration. Perhaps it was futility.

She wouldn’t press, save for the touch of her muzzle against Redd’s. She hoped her sister did want to be a mother and that it would happen soon. Event though they no longer shared a habitat, this was still an experience they could share. Masque’s heart squeezed at the thought.

Feeling the conversation had run its course, Masque reluctantly accepted its conclusion by saying, Well, I won’t keep you. Get back to that sunbeam of yours, and offering her litter mate a little grin.