Hushed Willows fweaky

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A growl had caused the wayward child to pause, his ears cupping and his head turning in the Alpha’s direction. She was upon him quickly, slipping from the shadows to stand before him. He, in turn, blinked up to her as he examined her carefully. He had never seen this lady before and so, just like all strangers, Kavos felt the need to stare her down until she talked to him more.

And, thankfully, that happened.

Attention was given, in form of a greeting, and listened on silently, staring. It was only as she mentioned him that he offered his reply. “Kavoos,” he corrected plainly, knowing that the words “you” and “kavos” somehow went together. Was his name You Kavos? Kavos You? Regardless, he knew it was those words in which drew his attention most.