Shadewood there is a bear in the wound

Riley didn’t think much initially when they parted ways; the pair were rather industrious, often tackling large stretches of land between the two of them. Masquerade was more a traveler, while Riley often spent his time securing their home.

Something about the tremulous howl that sounded shook Riley; it wasn’t Masque’s normal call. Riley made for it immediately, coming upon a scene that caused his stomach to drop.

Blood tinged the air and darkened her fur; Riley traced her new injuries with a quiet gasp, coming towards her with reaching muzzle and heart pounding. Masque! Are you okay?! What happened?! He pressed, wanting at once to hug her but also to give her space, as he imagined her wounds were quite ginger. Blood rimed her muzzle, chest, rump and tail — but from what he could tell, her injuries did not spring from her mouth. Something awful had happened; Riley felt fear clutch his heart.