Masque was clearly just thrilled she had found the right prince! Her mother had mentioned not only had the poor prince lost part of himself, but he had lost his memory and his love. She had no idea his love had been her own mother! It was obvious the significance of this was completely lost on her young mind, but she wiggled with pleasure any way. Her lips pulled back from behind the flowers in her jaws. Eldritch was not the first wolf to claim they did not need friends! And she had stuck by them long enough for the wolf with the twisted face to call her pipsqueek! Whatever this wolf would call her was fine by her! Sour natures and death glares had no effect on Masque’s outlook on the world around her. Even in those shining daggers there was something that could bring another wolf to life.

I brought flowers! She began proudly, puffing out her white chest. Pleased with herself, she seemed to gallop around Edlritch. I figured, if you were the lost prince of fairies, maybe the ones who traveled on these would help you remember! Their secrets are soft, but they are often important. Masque stopped her racing around Edlritch to stop and throw herself down next to the bouquet of flowers. Her tongue rolled from her mouth while her ear flopped on the ground to listen to the various colored petals. Her grin was broad until her lilac eyes widened from a silently whispered secret.

You are Mom’s lost mate? And you have been stolen by the cruel spirits? We must find it! We must return the King to his proper place by the Queen! Determination set in every hair on her body, Masque lept up again and ran to the edge of the clearing. Searching for just a second in the brush she selected a stick for her weapon and ran back to Edlritch’s side. She dropped it for a moment and peered up at him. Maybe we could ask Los to help! He is her… The pup thought about the rough nature of her mother’s Imprint. Maybe we shouldn’t ask Los to help… She amended briefly. Barely phased by her realization she took up arms again and dashed to the trails that led who knew where. Her banner wagging happily behind her she waited for her lost prince to come help her find him again.