Redtail Rise And I felt his blood pour fast and hot,

Riley ducked, promptly upsetting Masquerade’s balance and causing them to teeter precariously. When they began to topple, they mindlessly grabbed onto the Blod and tightened their grip around his neck to avoid falling over. He managed to get at their hind foot but the joke was on him: they were now partly mounting his head, midsection humped over his face.

Something about a man’s snout so close to their tenderest bits flipped a switch in Masquerade. They scrambled off him, leaping backward to put plenty of space between them. Their eyes were a little wild, their fur standing on end along the ridge of their spine. Heat flashed through them as they breathed more harshly than the situation warranted.