Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

As he looked at her, she did the same to him. Tzila knew perfectly well of her looks. She also happened to be the sort that was either all the more lovely when pissed off, or downright terrifying. Depending on one's point of view, of course. Tiring of being cooped up in the hollow log, she scooted out carefully the back end. Bits of tiny wooden debris clung to her onyx fur, but she seemed oblivious to them. First things first...she stretched out, loosening up the muscles around her spine. Once that was done, she moved around front and settled down a wolfs body away from him.

"Mmn. Of course. Some wolves...they just get that urge. It's only natural to disperse." Openly, but carefully, she edged to the sensitive topic. It took her a great deal of effort to control her voice. To stop the skin around her eyes from flinching. "But that wasn't the case with my family. I couldn't get away from them fast enough." She paused and then gave her words some thought. "Well, not so much them. But my brother..."