Sleeping Dragon Stormcloud

Hush, being used to silence his whole life, did not feel uncomfortable as the two of them lapsed into stillness. Half listening and half watching the silken hybrid, Hush began to lull into a sort of trance as he focused on nothing, and everything. He felt complacent, calm, chill, the silence finally broken by the captive.

His head jerked towards the captive half heartedly, unsurprised by the question. A hybrid knows another hybrid, especially when it was so blatant on his face and body. Hush, who barely knew his hybrid father, responded with a simultaneous shrug and nod. He might have been a dog, or his grandmother was a dog and his grandfather was the coyote. Hush did not know and would never know. Such things never had mattered to him, especially when he could never ask.