Silverlight Terrace i don't know how you do what you do

He stiffened slightly when he felt her slight weight against his shoulder. Floki was a friendly enough wolf, but was gradually becoming more wary of strangers. She seemed harmless enough, however, and there was something safe about the nighttime. He briefly thought of his brother, who preferred the darkness because of his eyesight, then relaxed his posture.

"Casmir? No, can't say I know anyone by that name," he replied apologetically. He felt bad, although he had no responsibility for the nameless she-wolf and the odds were slim that he would have known this Casmir anyway. "Who is he?" he asked after a pause.