Redtail Rise Altay

Riley's skin still tingled with the ghost-sensation of Masque's touch. There was a warmth beneath his pelt that flushed his face and chest.

He wanted to hold that feeling forever.

His attention snapped back to the fox pelt. Masque could have argued it would poison them, and he would agree out of sheer principle of being agreeable. Why he felt the need to be so amenable in their presence mystified him - for a moment, he remembered Esme and the feelings she'd inspired in him too. Okay, give them the meat.

His cheeks blushed as Masque turned to him, pressing close to his face. The brightness of their narrowed gaze beheld him in full, causing his heart to hammer. He blinked as he carefully rubbed his neck where Masque had groomed his fur. You touched me. His tone was that of a boy mystified and in awe.