Shadewood We are in the war.

Riley agreed with her, then leaped to his feet, clearly ready to wait on her hand and foot. Masque shot him a grateful smile, though a furrow appeared between her eyes. She held out a foreleg, tapping his shoulder in a signal to hold on a minute.

Hey, you’re allowed to have a different opinion, she told him affectionately. It’s not like either one of us has any control over it. But if you hope for a little girl, then don’t let me stop you.

As for her appetite, Masquerade hoisted onto all fours with a grunt. She couldn’t hunt for herself in this condition, at least not without risking further injury. And with her mate to help her, why would she do that? All the same, Riley was her partner, not her servant.

Why don’t we just find something in a cache? I’m not picky.