Redtail Rise Altay

Masque was so much faster than Riley -- so much more agile, so much more --

well, everything.

His breath hiked in his throat as Masque stepped close. He could feel the heat of their breath on his throat -- a sussuration of warmth that stirred every blade of fur along his neck.

Close.

Masque's teeth made their way over the thin membrane of his pulsing throat.

He stiffened. It was at that moment that a new sensation wormed its way into his heart, settling somewhere in the tightly packed spaces of his ribs.

When Masque stepped away Riley's eyes were glazed. It took several seconds for them to snap back to the crimson framing their face. What? Oh. Children. Masque had been caretaker for many. Maybe give it to them? While the fox's fur held no beauty for Riley, he could see the practical use of gifting it to someone like Carrion. Maybe she could sleep with that, instead.