Nova Peak End Game

Much like Masquerade, Riley mulled over the similarities of their surnames. If he was a more socially forward-leaning wolf, he might have cracked a joke about the coincidence. As it was, he struggled enough to form sentences, and preferred to meet any conversation with physical gestures over vocal.

He was gently directed to hunt elsewhere. Even someone of Riley’s functional capabilities could read between the lines in Masque’s words. Riley’s gaze could not help but flit to the east, which looked difficult and far away. How come?