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

Riley’s nose twitched inquisitively. The scent of suckling pig and milk clung to the inside of his nose and the roof of his mouth. He looked to Masque as she confirmed the scents, expression hopeful.

Piggen nuggets sounds good. Riley quipped, turning around to continue their search. The trail was long and convoluted, but it followed a deer path — and eventually he and Masque limped upon a clearing where in the distance, they heard low squeals.

Riley’s gilded gaze turned to Masque. Ready? He bit back the temptation to urge her to be careful; neither one of them could afford another injury.