Shadewood kick up a stink

Riley saw the worry in Masque’s expression and wished he could will it away. These were very pragmatic concerns; life was hard, they were injured — and alone. He knew they lived on the fang’s edge — it was only a matter of time before they lost their footing.

Still; they were here in this moment, and largely okay. He squeezed her paw, trying to reassure her as she thought out loud about how difficult it would be once they were here. It was true — this was the calm before the storm.

Something in his stomach did a little wiggle to hear her say he’d be a great dad. He never had a father figure — so, he hoped just by being there, he’d learn. And he’d have Masque and her strong maternal instincts to guide him.

Ines and Sable were mentioned. Riley couldn’t recall their faces, but he didn’t worry. They were going to make it. He butted her head and gently echoed Us against the world.

For that was how it had always been, as long as he’d known her. He wouldn’t have it any other way.