Nova Peak they want the drip, they want the glow

The mention of Eresta made her curious, as did Chani’s other comments about sister—or, well, cousin—packs. Masque smiled at the yearling’s musings, preparing to ask a question about where whereabouts of Eresta when Chani surprised her with a welcoming word and the promise to inform her family of their presence before it caused any contention.

Thank you, Chani, I would appreciate that. Let them know we mean to keep to ourselves and not bother anyone. And that we have no designs on hunting in The Tangle.

They needn’t turn to the sea for food, especially not if it might invite ire, though Masquerade did not refute these words said in consideration and kindness. She merely dipped her head to the younger woman, anticipating that she would now take her leave with Masque’s proverbial olive branch firmly in her teeth.