I Live For Furs. I Worship Furs!

Citadel snickered as the adult kicked it discreetly under a table. Good thinking. He could help his mother reclaim it later. Assuming his mother ever spoke to him again after giving her the slip at the market.


He had a name now for his new friend, and he mouthed it quietly to help him remember it. “Mum said the Syndicate lives nearby, do you come to the Armada often?” He wondered as he followed after her. He couldn't really see up on the tables well, but he tried to keep an eye and nose out for someone that could be a fur trader.


“I'm almost four weeks old!” He told her proudly, as if it was some great achievement. Surviving this long with his stupid paws felt like an achievement to him. He wrinkled his nose in confusion at her words of danger. “Dad said it's dangerous to go out alone, but I'm not alone, Kaino, I have you.” He pointed out as if she had missed the obvious.