Shadewood kick up a stink

Unaware of the dismay he’d instilled in Masque, Riley stood straight and surveyed their surroundings. His hip hurt, but it was slowly healing — and he had yet to lose all hope.

Masque’s question caused him to swing his gaze back around; a sharp lance of concern piercing his heart to see defeat so clearly etched along the deep red of her face. He buffeted her gently with his muzzle. Of course. I never doubted us. with his tail swaying across his hocks, Riley gingerly set down next to her. We’re going to be alright. You’re going to be an amazing mom. Our kids — He breathed in the scent of moss and grass and scintillating open wilderness — are going to grow up knowing nothing but love. It might be hard for a while, but we’re going to make it.