She accepted the cup of tea and found a place to curl her small form so she could look at both the stars, and see Stolas. He was a bit of a star wolf himself, with a red galaxy across his back. She stifled an amused snort at his words. Bu of course, Stolas didn’t know her terrible weakness. He didn’t know that the moment she worked herself up - or even breathed too deeply - her own throat would attack her and she’d be gasping on the ground begging for air. That didn’t make bullying anyone plausible.
She looked to his den when he pointed it out. It, too, rested in the trees. She looked at it with a sigh of jealousy. She wanted a house like that. “You sound… like you love it. It sounds lovely.” she told him, trying to imagine what he described.
