fireflies and chill

Damira glanced over as her pack mate approached, ears tilting to listen carefully as she spoke. Though she hadn't quite worked out the intricacies of her family tree, but she knew she was related to most of the wolves here. Mostly on her Daddy's side, but there were some Kleins here too. Watching the wolf settle, Damira noticed she had long pretty fur too, was it a common trait on her Mummy's side of the family? Then again Alastor had long fur too, so it was hard to say, her brows furrowed, nose squishing a little in thought.

"I am Damira." She blinked slowly, like an aloof cat showing a smidgen of affection. And she was certainly splayed out and comfortable like a feline too, legs tucked in neatly against her sides as she spread out across one cushion. "You're a Klein, like Mummy?" Damira posed it as a question to be a little more polite, but she already pretty much knew.