Blackbeak Bluff hit the floor hard, i was never picked

Riley couldn't read minds, but after hundreds of miles spent in Masque's company, he knew a missed shot when he saw it. He got the sense he'd said something wrong. While silence wrapped its heavy arms around them, he categorically went back through each thing he'd said, realizing with a plummet of his stomach he'd accidentally probed a sore spot.

Masque's half-hearted smile was only slightly encouraging. Riley felt he was fumbling. How about somewhere there is good food? He began to walk, turning back to Masque with a gentle sway of his tail. I already got the view, soooo....