Nova Peak End Game

Riley was too literal a wolf to read between the lines of the Caru’s dry remark. To him, it seemed he was being painted a stalker — an accusation that caused a ripple of injustice to stir his fur.

He stood his ground as she approached. Her ears were alert, each step stiff-legged — Riley allowed himself to be approached the same way he’d allowed Avicus. His posture bordered on tense, the neutrality betrayed by stirs of tension under his skin.

And who was he? He studied the graceful stamp of red on his interrogator’s face; the way it crispy bled into a field of grey.

Riley Redpath. He’d nearly said Redleaf out of habit - but that name had died the moment he’d left his unhinged family. I was looking for food. Who are you?