Redtail Rise fairy-land

Avicus’s question gave her pause. She did not recall being born, though she did remember the whelping den vaguely from those first couple months of life. Her eyes shifted to the den’s mouth again and she stepped closer, dropping her head to sniff a moment before raising it and looking toward the Wealda.

Yes, Masque said, a little. Her tail wriggled before she added, It needs a good cleaning. You should rest while we take care of it for you, she suggested, indicating Ashlar with her ruddy snout and what she hoped was an ingratiating smile.

Of course, Avicus might want to do it herself, seeing as she would be the one using it. In that case, Masque wouldn’t argue. But she quietly hoped that the Wealda would take this opportunity to let her subordinates do her bidding, since she was doing another kind of hard work already by creating and carrying her pups.