Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

Wrapping as well!

The Redtails split up and spread out through the strath, pursuing their enemies or the destruction of their home. Masquerade considered trailing after one of the younger wolves but decided they could look after themselves. They peeled off to some far corner, tracking the scents of opponents.

But there was not much in way of opposition, despite their invasion. Masque could hear the sounds of a struggle and paused in their step, head swinging upward and over their shoulder, ears blooming. They listened. It sounded to them as though Avicus’s war party had come to easy victory.

Suddenly, someone darted past them so frantically, they rammed hard into Masque’s side. They let out a small yip of surprise as the stranger’s legs tangled with theirs, plunging them both to the ground with abrupt force. By the time Masque righted themself, the other wolf had scrambled away, vanishing into some trees.

Masque made an abortive move to track them, only for a thin whine to escape their throat as they looked down at their throbbing forepaw. They blinked. For a while, they stood there, breathing steadily. Then the Toweard turned and loped back toward the hideaway’s passage, deciding they ought to find Ashlar when the Redtails regrouped.