Phoenix Maplewood More Passion, More Energy, More Footwork

Masque hadn’t left the rise since the reclamation, though curiosity drove them southward, then east across the moraine as they tracked @Mountain Boulder’s scent. It led them into the maple forest, where his family had briefly reconnoitered. Their scents still lingered.

They wondered about this as they meandered through the woods, senses peeled for any sign of the Ulfhedinn, his mate or child. Their belly clenched as they wondered if the schism had pushed the trio to prefer this place over the rise. Masquerade whined under their breath, their long tail lashing like a flustered cat’s.