Shadewood [m] Looking at a brand new day.

Masque’s ducked head and quiet snort brought forth an earnest grin in Riley. He nipped playfully in her general direction, almost puppyish in that moment.

In fairness, food was a biological requirement while frisky times wasn’t. Riley looked over Masque’s granite-colored pelt with half-masked longing. Hmm, does it work that way? It doesn’t sound as fun as, you know... Riley disguised his budding smile with fake solemnity: but, anything my lady wants. He stepped back with a wave of his tail, sniffing the air around them for any scents to kick off their hunt. Shall we?