Redtail Rise Legends Are Made

Masque spent the early hours of the day hunting with @Riley, leaving him to cache their spoils as they peeled away to find their mother. Their long tail twitched as they plodded through the forests along the southwestern stretch of the rise, sniffing the air every so often for any trace of Avicus’s scent.

But she was hardly the only one who could teach them the art of leadership. Masquerade could learn from everyone in the pack, from the smallest Toweard to the masterful Ulfhedinn. They thought of Augur’s prowess at the recent hunt, then his prior excitement at their shift in vocation. What would he think of their latest aspirations?

Just as they considered looking for him instead, Masque saw a familiar patchwork figure walking near the borders in the middle distance. They hesitated briefly, then began walking toward @Ancelin, their posture ambivalent and a soft smile on their face.

Hey, they greeted, wagging their tail as they thought aloud with a light laugh, a lot’s changed since our last talk. I guess we’re due for another. How are you, Ancelin?