Chimera Fields My mother told me

Her lavender eyes seemed better fit in a witch's face than the lady before him — they were almost otherworldly, drawing him in closer with their unfathomable depth. The way she stood there, patiently, letting him come to her like a parched rabbit to a river. Only when she tilted her head down, voice and eyes taking on the slightest more cool formality, did the enchantment break.

Your concern... of course, Galen answered hesitantly, paws flexing beneath him — he had every thought to turn and go, yet he remained.

His ears perked further at the name. He glanced away, as if the forest could swallow him up and hide him. He answered, honestly in his word, Luhtar is .. a friend.

To utter the word brother felt too much to give. He owed this stranger nothing, but the respectful politeness he always offered. He could appreciate her neutral approach, mimicking her in lowering to a sit, ever still compelled to entertain her word. His large frame folded into prim posture, almost comical how obvious it was practiced. I was seeking him to talk about a future.