Dragoncrest Cliffs Bloodsport

They heeded the thinly-veiled warning in Maleah’s words and resisted any impulse to nibble at the fungi. They took a couple steps back and reclined on their haunches, still paying close attention to her every word.

Masque stiffened at the last few. They had no interest in sitting another pack’s pups. They couldn’t even say why, it was simply overwhelming on an instinctual level. They would hunt for them—especially to repay their debt for Maleah’s time and teachings—but not in this way.

I already have six pups to look after, they said a little tightly, but I’d be happy to hunt for them—or for you—as I said before. I truly appreciate the time you’ve taken to go over these things with me, though I don’t need to keep you any longer if you need to return to your pack.