Redtail Rise Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear

Presently, Riley slept — unaware of the banshee who, armed by night’s shadows, crept close.

In any other circumstance, Riley would have delighted in female company in such rousing hours — but Fifth was much younger than he, and while a packmate, was a relative stranger.

He snuffed loudly as she lingered; with a snore and a smack of his lips, the great beast stirred long enough to flip onto his other side before once more drifting off into sleep.