Triss let her wispy tail flick the ground behind her, her eyes on Crux as she shuffled a little onto her side. She was still lying close to the other wolf, and her thoughts were locked on what he had said. What he had seen. She wasn’t entirely sure how to process all the emotions that gave her. She’d only known this Armada wolf for a day. For less then a day, so how did it feel like she had known him longer than anyone back at Insomnia?
She rubbed the last of her tears away and smiled at Crux. “Because you don’t know me. Maybe you’ll never see me again, so why pay attention to all the little nuances? But… you did anyway.” She found she liked the way his face flushed as she told him that she liked who he was now. “Do you?” She asked as he repeated her words back at her. Her eyes sparked in mirth, showing how easily she bounced from emotion to emotion. “Why, do you like damsels in distress?” Not that she liked being a damsel in distress, but she liked teasing Crux.
