She got her confirmation a moment longer, and she felt herself relax a little with him. Warden was a good sort, and if his family was anything like him, Crux must be, too, right? So far that seemed to be holding true. He had raced to help her, and she very well might have died if he hadn’t.
“I’m Cryptis Klein” She told him, since it was only polite, he had told her his name. “Your brother, Warden.” She said in response to that, mistaking the relationship. They were fairly close in age, but too distant to be from the same litter. But it was still the assumption she made. She kept her eyes on the vicinity of his chest. Realising she knew exactly how soft the fur there was. She felt heat in her cheeks again. Getting bragged like that by a stranger wasn’t exactly the normal for her. At least it wasn’t like her kidnapping. Not that she remembered that, that was still too deep in fog for her to recall.
