we know its broken, but here we are

A voice calls out to her, she narrows her eyes into the gloom just making out his massive outline. Some subtle movements they were doing with their paws caught her eye but she couldn't figure it out. Was that a cloth? Her curiosity urged her to push forward but she still hadn't made them out properly yet. Her education pulled her back to wait, to see, to survive.

She tilted her head, they didn't sound abrasive, they sounded almost like a kid and an adult...

"I'm Xina. What the fuck are you doing in the dark?" She asked brusquely. She took a step to the side to let more fragile light filter in from behind her. The light illuminated her lanky form, on the cusp of a year old, but already shapely with a power to her muscles. The soft light behind her might catch on the flecks of gold in her firey pelt.

Her golden gilded eyes found the subtle gleam of silver horns on his head, his pelt an array of silver stars. He smelled like a pack of strangers, as well as a heady musk of something more alluring. She tilted her head the other way as she saw his silver eyes.

"speech"