Nova Peak Savage Daughter

Riley expected physical rebuke. Masquerade's gentle push of his posterior sent his blood. He rounded upon her waiting, gaze shifting as she took a moment to --

what, admire him?

A flame ignited his heart; while he was simply Riley, she was someone a little better. An excellent huntress (as evidenced by the dozen cold bodies thrown to his face). A devout guardian. A long-standing, considerate packmate. As she admired him, he admired her -- and the many qualities of hers he coveted.

Suddenly her posture changed to one of dominance. In a bid to answer, Riley slunk forward with head low. She would always be his leader and he her willing subordinate -- but that did not mean he would ignore the small opportunities he had.

Such as, her momentarily exposed toes -- which he aimed a soft nip at before collapsing on the ground with his toes loafed under his body.