Shadewood [m] Looking at a brand new day.

She smirked when he gave pursuit. She knew Riley adored her—and the feeling was certainly mutual—but she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of being chased. Masque was a catch, she liked to think, her tail flinging upward with a cocky little twitch.

His teeth gently scored her rear and she twitched that too, though she slid out of reach. Lest he feel disappointed, Masque quickly swiveled and thrust her head into its space beneath his, shoving his own upward as she wedged herself in there. She pressed her cheek to his chest, her ear to his heart.

Love you, Riley, she spoke directly to it.