Nova Peak rumpus room

Two, she insisted wondering if she could manifest the number of offspring born to them. In the next breath, she quipped, Riley II and Riley III…

The mention of sleep reminded her that she would soon be sleep-deprived. Masque supposed she ought to get as much rest in before such things were made impossible. She didn’t feel very tired at the moment and there was much to do to formalize their fresh claim…

I feel like we should go patrol for a while. Maybe we could divide and conquer to finish twice as fast, then meet back here for a long, indulgent nap in our new digs. What do you say, Riley I?

With a twitch of her long tail, she stepped further out of the dugout to survey their surroundings. And they really were theirs, Masquerade thought with a small grin, savoring the sights of the peak before her expectant gaze found her mate’s face again.