Hushed Willows yes my husband's gone to golden green to do some business there

I'll wrap this up - thanks all! <3

There were voices behind him, but Riley was gone.

The image of Esme burned in his mind.

He limped, feeling the unnerving sensation of wetness slicking his flank. If they chased him, he was surely a goner -- but other than bites at his ankles and nips to drive him forward, the wolves of the willow did not pursue.

Riley was not one to count his blessings (or count, tbh). He pressed on in wheezing gasps, calling for Esme until his voice grew hoarse and his injuries forced him to sleep.