Nova Peak We all wish for more.

Ashlar. Riley had tried not to think too much of him since they’d found him in the bog. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to carry Ashlar’s memory - it was that, when faced with recalling to mind the man’s sodden skin, Riley had been aware of how easily it could have been him or Masque in Ashlar’s place.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine as he crawled out the dugout. He turned, one ear cupped back towards Masquerade. A white flower with a yellow center. He repeated, realizing he’d never really paid attention enough to the landscape to know if said flower even existed.

In any event, he turned and gave Masque a wave of his paw before he was off, figuring the first place to look would be the knoll not so far from the dugout.