Not My Cup Of Tea

The sun was warm and wonderful. It was a nice change in pace from the shadowed dampness of the cave. Kero pressed his eyes closed, turning his face into the rays as he let them coax the water from his fur and slowly render him dry. He felt cleaner this way. Less wild and untamed. If anything, the warmth from above was lulling him near the edges of sleep. He was not yet lost to those thralls, but if he lingered for too long, he very well may be.

He sat still and reserved; sphinx-like. After a while, he heard the soft, damp footsteps of the female as she moved nearer him. He peeled an eye open and glanced down at her, watching as she sat down in the entrance. She was still damp from their swim, but he had a moment to wonder what her coloring might look like when it was not concealed beneath the cloak of wet.

His own fur was returning to it's former glory. The damp hues lightened towards their red-orange splendor as the fire roared within his coat. He stood then, lifting from his perch as he stretched and moved about the ledge. If he sat still for much longer, he'd truly fall asleep. "Where are you going after this?" he asked, curious. They'd shared next to nothing about themselves. He knew she had plans to bring back someone she knew and teach them the ways of the warrior, but beyond that nothing. Not even a name. 

Perhaps that air of mystery was enough.