Redtail Rise three sundays in a week

With an equilibrium established between the sisters, Masque’s attention shifted again. After whuffling quietly against Redd’s jawbone, she turned and padded into the broader expanse of what would someday soon be their official rendezvous site. She gazed at the scenery, then peered at each of the wolves milling about it in turn.

Last but not least, her gaze found Avicus looking on from the edge of the clearing. Masquerade felt compelled to sidle over to the Wealda, tail waving as it so often did. She nipped at the woman’s chin, then glided in between her forelegs like some overgrown kitten. After the brief display of affectionate deference, she bounded back toward the middle of the glade to explore.

I think this will be my last here! :)