Shadewood We are in the war.

She knew fishing required patience, more so on Riley’s part than her own. She waited in silence, mostly watching him but often casting her senses out toward their surroundings. She was in a decidedly vulnerable state and wanted to stay on high alert.

Fortunately, nothing interrupted their quiet past time. Riley made a catch and sloshed over to present it to her just as Masque tucked a yawn behind a dripping forepaw. She grinned at him apologetically, putting her foot down to snatch the frog from his mouth. It never hit the water again, as the she-wolf gulped it down like some fanged pelican.

Thank you, she murmured, licking her chops. How can I ever repay you? she teased, rubbing her nose along the seam of his lips.

She wondered if Riley intended to fish more and whether he’d mind a brief interlude before he went back to it. Masquerade could definitely eat more, though now that the edge had been taken off her hunger, her much more venereal appetite refused to be ignored.