Redtail Rise and the earth was without form, and void;

Cameo!

After pressing her paw against the scuttling beetle and both feeling and hearing that satisfying crunch, she slowly lifted her foot to peer at its remains. Masque bent to sniff at the flattened insect, its shattered carapace oozing lymph into the dirt. Her nose wrinkled at the peculiar scent, nothing like the tang of warm, red blood.

Before her brain actively registered the distant howl, her ears quivered and stood up straight. Masquerade’s spine stiffened and straightened as she blinked at the faraway sound. Still operating by instinct, she raised her ruddy muzzle skyward, throat rippling as she let out a wavering rejoinder.