Silver Moraine My Beat Goes

Redd arrived on the scene shortly after, ghosting her way around those less familiar and greeting Masque with affection.  She’d filled out some in the last month, regaining much of her strength across the various hunts she’d participated in.  This one she had missed but it had been well completed regardless; she cast an approving look towards Watcher, unvoiced praise evident.

Masquerade was thoughtful of the younger ones.  It hadn’t occurred to Redd that she might teach as well, but the thought was now planted.

Unless she was prevented, she would approach and be one of the first to eat. There was little point to standing on ceremony; with enough to go around, all would at least be sated.