Shadewood you wake on the floor holding a knife, a bottle and a handful of black fur

Riley did his best to track the arcing of the conversation, but truthfully, his focus was only on one thing — the swaying of her rump as she turned and inspected another spot of blood. 

He swallowed — thoroughly distracted up until she repositioned herself, brushing her head beneath his in the gesture that had become so customarily theirs. 

Mercifully, Masque’s line of thought aligned with his, only — her solution was far more clever. Riley followed her gaze to the water, first with confusion and then a slow, dawning excitement. 

Are you.. sure? He asked, unable to disguise the tension of his body as he felt her fur rustle against his own.