Shadewood there is a bear in the wound

Riley felt his composure become tentative - it wasn’t the blood that upset him. It was the way Masque trembled beneath his touch. 

He did not fault her for a second. Horribly, he had to question what he’d do in that situation, and he arrived to the same conclusion.  Either he, or the wolf, would be dead. Only one survivor in a skirmish like that. 

He was just abundantly grateful it was Masque. 

Her tremors began to worsen. As she curled into a ball and nudged him, Riley wordlessly pulled alongside her, stretching the length of his body so every part of him could feasibly be in contact with her. He was mindful of her fresh wounds as he did so — but in that moment he wished he could hold her so tightly it would all go away.