Redtail Rise Altay

With the fox thrust to him, there was little use in arguing. Riley thumbed the soft blades of fur absently.

Prompted to think beyond the present, Riley examined the question asked of him. He wanted stability. Peace. His longings were not necessarily for children, but for a sense of belonging. Haven’t given it much thought. A half-truth meant to protect himself from playing the fool. He stiffened, gaze panning to the rich vermillion that framed Masquerade’s face.

What about you? His voice dared not betray the tiniest ounce of hope he felt.