Shadewood With all the fire we can breathe.

Riley studied the swarthy she-wolf as she looked at Masque's leg, and then somewhere nebulous - likely trying to placate the frothing she-wolf that up until two seconds ago, had her life in her teeth.

When she spoke again Riley caught the superfluous motion of her limbs, how her voice was rather heavy, like through a tunnel or worse. He hadn't quite connected the dots until Masque leaned in at a whisper.

He wanted to ask who's Sable? but he sensed now was not the time. Starting with unpleasant surprise to be the chaperone of a woman who could probably round-house flip him into next week, Riley swallowed the wedge in his throat. Oh. Sure. He whispered back, unwilling to take his eyes off of Towhee.