Shadewood We are in the war.

I think, Riley announced one morning, propping his head up with an elbow as the lukewarm sun spilled into the den — That a little girl would be nice.

He looked over to @Masquerade as she laid draped over him. And maybe a little brother that she could keep in line. He nibbled affectionately at her cheek before adding a luxurious stretch and a grunt. How are you feeling?

He meant, of course, the wounds on her hip — but it was also a question to gauge how Masque was doing in the aftermath of her awful skirmish in the wildwoods.