Totoka River Ballingoola

Masquerade was terribly homesick by now. They did their best to hide it, though an observant eye would notice the spring in their step now that the Redtails were finally homeward bound. Actually, it was more of a bounce, due to the mild sprain in their right foreleg.

Today, the travelers camped beside a river by the coast. Masquerade hated the stink in the air here. Even the water tasted terrible. They ranged away from the current rendezvous point, moving inland in search of a mouthful of water that didn’t taste poisoned. They also needed a few moments to step away from the hubbub of the nomadic group.

After they satisfied their thirst, they hopped back to join the others and specifically sought out their mother. The Wealda was in season and it had caused an interesting ripple effect through the whole pack. Masquerade scrunged as they studied the change in @Avicus’s scent, following it in the hopes of meeting with her. They understood what this meant on a basic, instinctual level but they had many questions for their mother.

Dated for the 21st, per their travel itinerary. :)