The Bracken Woods She

In her mind, she screamed, Leave me alone!

But Mulherin was both a gifted tracker and a good brother, so Masquerade knew she hoped in vain. She heard him edging closer and remained motionless, only her ears flicking as his footsteps neared. He approached from a perpendicular angle but she didn’t look that way until silence fell, heralding his arrival.

Finally, she dragged her eyes up to him. They skirted over his face, quickly scanning his expression, before dropping away. Even if she’d had the will or energy to speak, Masque didn’t know what to say. Her body tensed as she wondered what he might say.