Ankyra Sound Sweet dreams are made of this

Chusi was not just shocked that a guy her age apparently knew all about fucking, but that Arturo had been so secretive with it all. It didn't sound so bad - weird, but not bad. She straightened herself, taking her place back a little closer to the boy, her fluffy tail swaying softly in the cold breeze that stroke over the beach and Ankyra Sound almost constantly. Luckily Teaghlaigh was against a mountain, and that blocked most of the wind. She couldn't imagine being at the beach when it was even colder - not that she knew what winter was just yet. She was born in spring, and snow had not been present when she had left the den for the first few times. 

While it was true that not everyone liked her constant questions, there were many who did not mind. The boy was not one of them, it seemed. He avoided her questions with a statement she was already aware of, and she squinted. What if he just didn't know the answers to her questions? That he was trying to make himself look smarter? 

Do ya know, or do ya not know the answers? She questioned him. To her surprise he also asked a question - one far more casual than the ones she had been asking. So he was interested. Fearghal - Chusi Fearghal. She announced, her head tipping up proudly. She may have avoided the question of her identity before, but she felt that ,although she did not fully trust the boy, she would still be safe with him knowing her name. And ya'r name? She asked, wondering if he was willing to answer that question.