Ankyra Sound cruise

Kjalarr looked ahead to their path, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips as Devin went on to claim that he was lucky, that it sucked, that bending one's legs to pee made them look dumb and then finished by reiterating that he was lucky to have been born a male. He'd never thought much of it in any kind of detail. He had a few sisters though the only one he remembered was Allure and admittedly he had not been as close to her as he had been Pasha, Whittier and Swift. He'd spent more time with the boys of the Frostfur brood but even if he would have spent more time with Allure he would have never given much thought as to how she peed. It was a bizarre observation to him. Kjalarr had a biological sister, as well, but he didn't remember much of her or the youngest of his litter, Kaylan. For all Kjalarr knew they were both dead, and for all intents and purposes they were to him. They were not like Floki, he held no special connection to them that tethered them, nor had they ever been truly constants in his life. Half the time, he forgot he had any biological siblings besides Floki.

“It's not a bad thing,” Kjalarr was quick to assure her as she made her defense. “I'm just not used to that kind of abruptness.” Usually people asked things with more discreetness. “I'm more likely to admire someone who asks their questions directly, and those who speak their mind even if I don't like what they have to say.” That was never a guarantee, but he would always appreciate the honesty and that was sometimes the more important thing to take into consideration. Anyone could lie, after all, but not everyone was willing to tell the truth for fear of consequences.