Nova Peak Malice

A younger wolf materialized, running and clinging to what must be her mother. This silenced the low growl momentarily, though rather than feel bad about frightening the pair, the sight of their cowering fed into Masque’s instinctive display. They did not move their feet, though they stretched their head forward as their tail lifted slightly.

They jerked their head once, a silent invitation for the two to leave. And though they hardly owned this land, Masquerade realized they felt possessive of it. They thought of it as Mulherin’s, in a way. And since they’d pledged to support him if and when the time came, it was also theirs to defend against unwanted visitors.

Fueled by a dream and their own mercurial mood, Masque took a single step forward to drive the warning—and hopefully the two wolves—home.