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Things were starting to look up, or at least Riley thought so. Their bellies were full — and other than the upsetting discovery of Ashlar and Masque’s briefly concerning choke — Riley enjoyed their little expedition.

He found himself wandering the old forest, noticing the trees here were different than those at the rise. Not that he’d ever considered it before, but he found he preferred the tall and largely silent conifers of the Rise and Bearclaw.

Trotting to Masque with his tail loosely swinging, Riley found her caught between a sunbeam and a pair of tall oaks. He pressed his head to her cheek in their trademark greeting, stepping back to drink in the view. Nice place. Kind of quiet. What do you think?