Redtail Rise the hunger games

Masque didn’t only allow it, they welcomed it. They tipped their muzzle to give Saturday’s Sunrise easier access, their breath tickling that impossibly soft fur fringing her face. Why did puppies smell so wonderful? It wasn’t just the sweet scent of milk but something else, something indefinable. The Caru pressed their nose to her temple and drew in great, billowing breaths of it.

After indulging in a few more moments of cuddling, Masquerade knew the puppy should be guided back to her mother before she became overstimulated or, worse, overtired. They nudged her toward New Snow and the other pup still bundled at her breast. In their experience, milk and naps always soothed a cranky or fussy pup. Saturday’s Sunrise was neither one of those things yet, though Masque wanted to preempt such a thing so everyone could avoid that unpleasantness altogether.

I will see you again soon, they promised quietly, and you will see me.

Masque pressed their smile into the pup’s crown, snuffling against her forehead before withdrawing. Leaving her to bond with her mother and sister, the Caru rumbled a farewell to New Snow, as well as a promise to bring meat during their next visit.