Shadewood kick up a stink

Masque woke with malcontent as her bedmate today. Riley listened as she recounted the past injustices of the Rise. Even though they were in the rear mirror the wounds were still fresh. It only served to reinforce his confidence they’d made the right decision departing.

She was imbued with the restlessness of the season. Riley rose as she did, giving her berth as she shook out her silver coat.

A spar. Riley had reservations; she was pregnant and for two, her thigh injury was still healing. Rather than question his mate’s judgment and further add insult to injury, he answered with a low roll of his shoulders. Can’t spar if you can’t catch me.