Shadewood Even though we know it, everyone remains in play.

Riley joined with a low wag of his tail, brushing his muzzle to his mate’s bloodied one. It’s just a scratch. He murmured, indicating to the pig: Nice catch.

The extent of his injury had yet to settle in. Riley propped to his good hip gingerly, hating the idea of ministration but understanding it was necessary. Between a set of grit teeth, Riley reached for the remainder of the piglet. Might as well be efficient. Alright, I guess we better get to it.