Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

Masquerade probably wouldn’t recollect much of what they were told today in any great detail, though not for lack of trying. They paid rapt attention to Maleah’s explanations and demonstrations, marveling at what struck them as pure innovation.

It made the Caru tear their gaze away to ascertain all the different fauna and flora surrounding them at any given time. Did it all have its uses? Masquerade suddenly felt completely overwhelmed.

They refocused in time to catch the she-wolf’s response about pups. Masquerade wanted to point out that she knew just how fast they grew, as the pack’s sitter, but they didn’t want to belabor the point. They truly hadn’t known about this particular threshold and already began trying to do the math in their head.

They started somewhat when Maleah suddenly leaped onto a log and took a seat. She brushed one swarthy paw against something growing on the old, damp wood. Masquerade ventured closer, sniffing. There was something strangely palatable about the earthy odor.

Are these edible? they wondered.