Blackbeak Bluff hit the floor hard, i was never picked

lets <3

Put out by his fumbling, and further discouraged by the leaden way Masque spoke, Riley paused and for a while, inspected the heavy lines marking Masque’s face.

And then, in silent apology and show of solidarity, he pressed his forehead to her cheek and drew his muzzle along the ridge of her chin, downward, his tail gently wagging between his hocks. He felt the same; it didn’t matter what or where they went, as long as they had one another.

For Riley, that would only ever be enough.