Nova Peak Savage Daughter

He reached for her as she did for him, their silhouettes entangled under a thin white moon. It was not until Masque's nose and body aligned with his that he pulled away just slightly -- enough to inspect the scents on her fur to parse her health and status.

It's okay. He murmured in return. His anxiousness ebbed away, though he still worried for her. Forgetting the frozen corpse for a moment, Riley snuffed along her neck before shaking his head. No. But I bet you could eat.

Only question was, would she throw it at him for old times' sake?