Redtail Rise The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion

When Masquerade slunk beneath the pine tree earlier this afternoon, wispy clouds were scudding across a bright blue September sky. When she stirred awake some hours later, it was overcast. She squinted against the pale glare as she pushed onto all fours, stretched and peeked through the green bottlebrushes to check if the coast was clear.

She didn’t see anyone, so she stepped out from the fragrant boughs, needles combing through her fur and leaving bits of sticky sap. Masque immediately felt exposed and turned to quickly melt into the surrunding woods.

@Ancelin