Felltree Marsh Aholehole

She didn’t know what she expected but it wasn’t a friendly cry of, “Hey dere!” Masque tensed, marigold eyes scanning the darkness until she spotted two cyan spots floating in the dusky air. She saw the dull flash of teeth as a proper silhouette began to take shape.

Slinking closer, her posture remained stiff, though her head and tail both dipped. Her eyes remained fixed on the stranger as she narrowed the gap, details swimming into focus out of the dark. He was large and lissome, his topcoat similar to hers. He wore a streak of red on his hind that momentarily held her eye.

Her gaze shifted back to his face as she thought over his question and replied, I’m not sure. What’s, Masque wondered, the coast?