What's the secret?

The only nickname that Odette really tolerated was “Ode” like the poem form. She had already learned about that from her Daddy, as he was quite the romantic. Besides, she liked her full name anyway, and would have called Citadel his full name if he hadn’t started off with a nickname. She rolled around in front of him, and could see the mischief in his eye and pulled herself back to her paws before he’d been able to pounce on her. Citadel was heavy too, so she was glad she dodged that bullet.

He seemed quite eager to come in and see her den though, something she would accommodate though she did not quite understand the mystery. If only because she had been born and raised here. "Well, here it is.” She invited him in, showing him the bed she snuggled with her dads in every night. It wasn’t so different from the one that Cit himself lived in.

"Odette"