Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

The way she suddenly spoke their name made Masquerade freeze in place, brow knitting in consternation. They met Maleah’s sudden interrogation with a puzzled squint. The Caru didn’t understand the distinction, nor why it mattered; what difference could it possibly make to her? Their lips parted as they deliberated how to reply, only to press back together again when Maleah insisted the field could be overwhelming.

I don’t follow, Masque answered frankly. I’m interested because there is need of such skills in my pack. I’m the only caregiver there, so I consider it my duty to learn, to help protect and serve the rise. It may not be my true calling, but I’m happy enough to do it, to learn.

They blinked, wondering if that made any kind of sense, then thought to explain further, I’m the Caru, which is my pack’s title for a sitter. I’m responsible for looking after the pups. I want to make sure I can render first aid should they need it. When they get sick, I want to know some essential remedies. That sort of thing.

But was that sufficient for Maleah?