Still in his youngest years, Masque has taken his name by force. Born blind in one eye, he wandered the sandwastes after losing his homenest looking for his lost sister. He returned later, blind in the other eye and barely recognized by his own broodbearer. He remains a point of interest for the clan's 'good doctor', but Corpusculara insists that he be allowed to readjust to life in the clan before the Fae be allowed to ruffle through the Tundra's silky fur, let alone the little hole in his left ear.

With horns shining, wings well-maintained, and his mane, tail, and forelocks constantly well-groomed and anything but oily despite an apparent fear of water more than a couple inches deep, his mother has to wonder...

Just what did he pick up, out there?