Silver Creek Brother In Arms

Heston nodded, shrugged his shoulders. "I've well and truly fought...but I don't think I'm any better for it. Obviously I'm missing some skin too." He turned his muzzle so that Casmir could clearly see his scar, but he was sure the male had already noted it. His brow raised as Casmir spoke of a crazy woman. He grunted. "Mine were all too sane, sadly. Makes it worse, I think." He wanted to ask about the female, but that would mean he'd need to trade his own tale tit for tat. Of course, he could tell of the fight without telling the full story. It wasn't that he didn't like or trust Casmir...it was simply that he was afraid of opening up to the male so soon. 

He wasn't ready to share his tale, and already he felt like he and Casmir were growing into friends. It frightened him, though he'd never admit it. He didn't want to lose like he had before. "What'd you do to piss her off then?" He asked jokingly.