bad blood

He arched his brows at her words – uncertain what she meant by ‘taking it slow’ and instantly shutting his mind down to the possibilities. Unable to process his sister partaking in any form of sexual nature, he simply placed the idea at the back of his head—if Kaskara wanted puppies, they would cross that bridge when she chose to.
 
Standing up, the male gave himself a gentle shake of his fur. His eyes were bright as they studied her, and he only gave a nod. “Then I should get back,” he offered, leaning forward to give his sister an affectionate nudge to her cheek. With that, the man turned to head back to the den, reassured that his sister was content at the very least.