Noctisardor Bypass instead of ordering an uber, we ordered a goober

Did she want for his company?

Anselm stilled, gaze sweeping from her face to the raised forepaw. He assumed that she, like Heda, hated him — an assumption that was perhaps unfair to Druid’s autonomy. 

Nothing is the matter. Anselm answered. He didn’t know Druid in a way that facilitated trust about vulnerability — and if he learned anything, it was exposing vulnerably was how you ended up with a fang in your back. 

That from Glaukos, then? He motioned to the ruffle of her fur and the akimbo leg. Asshole.