Redtail Rise Altay

Riley was not a man of quick wit. While clever in his own way, his synapses fired of their own accord — often rerouting in inexplicable ways in his head.

Masque had warned him, but Riley did not react in time. The result was a belated flinch, a turtling of his head into his neck, eyes squinting and lips parted in the mildest expression of shock before —

The fox struck, sliding from his face to the ground.

Riley stared at it for a beat, as if wondering where it had come from. A few cogs whirred, a spark of play coming alight. He seized it and flung it back to his comrade, no such warning given for the imp who’d literally put the fox in his court.