Redtail Rise Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

Just when she began easing into sleep, a cool, damp nose pressed against her. Masquerade squirmed, whimpering. She couldn’t see her mother, though she could smell her. The whelp let out a confused mewl as Avicus insistently nudged her toward the unseen doorway.

She had no idea what her mother expected of her, though as soon as the she-wolf relented, Masquerade relaxed again. Fortunately, she was blind and deaf to the goings-on around her, so she drowsed until the next inevitable assault from nose or paw.

Last from me. :)