Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Mordur was cleaning his face when Sasha hit him with an unexpected question. He didn't understand at first, but when she restated in their own language, his ears dropped. Would she punish him for wishing for freedom? He dropped quickly into submissiveness, tail tucked and quaking slightly. The boy was really something, one second dreaming of freedom and now scared to death of it. I'm sorry. Want freedom don't want Sasha angry. He said, staring up at her from where he crouched. Maybe she was going to send him back to their home, he would be killed there. Worry flashed through him.

Until he realized this was Sasha. Sasha had saved his life once. She wouldn't kill him. They were friends once. He straightened up a little. I want freedom. He said, staring her in the eyes for only a second before averting his hazel eyes back to her brown chest fluff. A bold move, but for that second he felt confident. He was going to be free.