Wheeling Gull Isle azgeda

He answered her call, and looked her over as she approached. A pale woman, reddish-color down her spine the only hue upon her pelt. 

That was a fanciful way to describe her. Plainly put, she was sexy.

Cal is lucky, he remarked, smiling. You're gorgeous, if you don't mind me saying that.

His smile remained, but it was a goofy expression; she had nothing to fear from him. He was Caracal's brother in all but blood and would support his brother to the ends of the earth.

That made Heda his sister.

It was a good choice.