Shadewood [m] Looking at a brand new day.

Masque certainly was a catch, and Riley would never — not once — tire of chasing her to the ends of this earth. Their play was gentle but hardly soft; as he grazed her rump he fancied she practically wriggled it there teasingly — but then she spun and the two were in their textbook embrace, his heart beating against her pressed ear.

With his muzzle pointed up, Riley inhaled the scents of the pine and the earth, of Masque, of Shadewood. He bent his head down and licked her cheek flirtily. Love you too, He murmured back, voice already thick with that lovesick lust for one another only the young seemed to own. You know, I was thinking.. we haven’t done it in that spot over there. He gestured to the borders, where their scent was heavy with patrol, but not frolic. That would send a message, don’t you think?