Shadewood We are in the war.

How about, Riley held off from moving, pulled back by Masque’s gentle tap on his shoulder. He contorted to plant a kiss on her forehead affectionately: I want for both? Cause then, no matter what, I’m happy. He shifted, carefully stepping over Masque’s limbs as to not disturb them.

It pained him to see Masque in pain - though he was sure she hurt more for it. As she grunted and rose to all fours, Riley glanced down and out of the den. The bird that trilled moments before was silent now. Maybe it’d seen the two predators stirring from their den.

The cache wasn’t too far off, and wasn’t a bad idea — but Riley hated the idea of his lady eating something cold. Are you thirsty? How about breakfast and a show by the stream? He couldn’t help the playful smile as he glanced back to her — maybe watching him struggle to fish would brighten her day — and plus, she could bathe the wounds in the cold stream while he hunted.