Redtail Rise This Time, Baby, I’ll Be Bulletproof

Riley liked to believe that all things were equal. But he knew that wasn't true. Wolves were more 'do as I say, not as I do' - and he'd seen that in every interaction forming his life. Would they be welcomed back if they left? He didn't rightly know. He did not have a good enough read on Redd for any measured confidence.

As Masquerade expanded on what was troubling her, Riley first thought she was laying the groundwork to leave him behind too. It was difficult to hide the crestfallen sensation of his heart -- until in the next sentence, in which she elaborated.

Relief. His shoulders lost their sudden tension as she turned to nuzzle him. It took several seconds for the little joke to land, but when it did Riley returned her nuzzle with a gentle push of his forehead to her shoulder. A hunty-moon. He marveled at the word play, wondering how many future meals might be thrown at his face during their hunting expedition. I think that's a good idea. Masque -- articulate. Riley -- a man of simple and few words. Sorry you hitched your metaphorical horse to the monosyllabic cart, Masquerade.