Ankyra Sound Sweet dreams are made of this

Butterfly was a word Chusi was very connected with. Even her time as a tiny puppy she had spent admiring the fluttering things that often landed on flowers near the dark den. It was only normal for her to know as many other names for them, for she found them fascinating and beautiful. But, she had to say, the boy in front of her also fascinated her - and he was not like what she usually admired at all. His fur went everywhere and he looked more feral than anything, and yet Chusi did not dare look away - fearing she might miss a simple flicker of kindness in those yellow orbs. 

With big, hopeful eyes did she look up at him, wondering if he might say the same as Arturo. Or what if he didn't know at all? What if he used it just for cursing, like Arturo and Hadraniel? He didn't say anything for a moment, and she felt weirdly amused by the fact she had just asked the exact question she was not allowed to ask. It felt rebellious - dangerous even, much like him.

W-what? She breathed out, her eyes opening even more in a sudden display of shock. She took a step back, blinked to get some sand out of her eyes, and then looked back at the boy. I-I mean, where would ya even put it? Why? What does anyone have to gain from doing that?! She asked fast, and almost knew that he would not be answering all her questions. That didn't seem like his style - but shutting up was not hers either, so they just had to deal with it.