Redtail Rise the man of the crowd

Masquerade had grown and changed a lot these past few months, though their obedience to their mother hadn’t wavered. The moment the Wealda summoned her subordinates, the young wolf quickly kicked the last bit of dirt over the spoils they’d cached and spun, breaking into a ground-eating lope.

There was a violent energy when they arrived at the rally. Masquerade glanced around at the others, seeking their siblings in particular. They saw Relic but not Redd. The call had only sounded moments ago and much of the pack had yet to arrive.

Their attention shifted to the queen. Usually Masque would move closer to offer their mother a submissive nudge. But now did not seem like the moment for such conduct. This was a moment for pure savagery. They kept their distance but bowed their head, baring their teeth in service to Avicus.