Whitefish River And as the sky's falling down,

Riley hadn't forgotten that day at the willows. It was burned into his mind as much as into his flesh - he had the raking fang marks to prove it. He was about to make a quip when Orlaith sprung, smooth as a coiled jaguar.

He had no hope of evasion. She landed atop him neatly, while his chin and chest were forced to the ground. A low growl sounded in response as Riley struggled to worm onto his back and bunny-kick her in the belly in response.