Shadewood Even though we know it, everyone remains in play.

Masque confirmed her hunger with a purl of her voice, pressing her head to his jaw as her tail beat gently against his hip. He nudged her in return, motioning with his head towards the beaver that watched them across the way.

Think we could catch it? He wondered if they could make a game of it — but with Masque’s injuries only freshly healed, it was best they play conservatively.

He hunkered down between the reeds, prepared to move. If she could startle the thing, maybe Riley could chase it down before it dived into the headwaters.