Redtail Rise Beryllium

Sister, Redd. Brother, Relic. This is Masquerade.

Lycabas made a mental note, not just of the names, but of the fact that not all the younger wolves in this pack were related.

It makes sense, he supposed. I’m a young wolf here who also isn’t their kin by blood. I assumed this situation wasn’t common… it might not be as rare as I thought.

The redmasked wolf asked him on a hunt then. Internally, the boy cringed. He hesitated before landing on a nod, as he thought he should respond, but his shoulders shrugged in the next instant. Sure, but I’m not very good yet.

Shouldn’t put on a front here.

Got any tips? Lycabas asked, a little hopefully. He has a hard time carrying his sheer size lightly enough to make him a good stalker, but he did have the explosive power to catch just about anything if he was close enough. That being said, it would become almost immediately apparent to any skilled hunter that his methods relied pretty much entirely on pure luck.