Redtail Rise the island of the fay

it's nice, to lope after her daughter in the mindless pursuit of game. the two of them tracking, intent on finding food, tails and noses almost in sync as they shimmy down the trail.

but when Masquerade speaks again, she's all ears.

yeah, Avicus says without hesitation, nodding. muhhh' be you. i will, Mack—you will learn.

a quirk of her mouth—almost, but not quite, a smile—and then she moves on, seeking that musk again. ground interrupted, a churning of dirt. . .there, she sees it, a newly made hole into the earth.

one ear flicks backward, and she looks at Masquerade, raising a brow.

she hadn't even registered the presence of another daughter, unseen and unheard.