Silvertip Mountain The brown ghost

The second impression Vectra gave was one of pretension, at least by the way she spoke. The magnificently marked female didn't appear from her actions to have a lofty opinion of herself, but the revelation that her family had done nothing but admire her was unsettling, even though she claimed to hate it. He didn't say anything negative about it, and merely cocked his head as if questioning the reality of this claim, though in no way did he mean to suggest she was lying.

After all, if her family merely admired her, why would she have left in the first place? And if she so disliked it, why would she mention it to a total stranger such as himself, rather than burying her past in noncommittal answers, as he did?

The male thought about it only a brief moment longer before saying, “you must be very skilled to earn the admiration of your entire family. It is a great honour to be viewed as the important one.” Admittedly, Itsuki had always felt like Kaito had been the favoured one in his family, though for what reason he could not longer recall. The dark-furred boy had been nearly silent for most of his life. Perhaps Asayo had seen something in her black-furred son's ghost-like qualities that reminded her of an easier time.