Foggy Bottom Way kohara

Candle took the bait easily, whisking forward with her tail a blur at her heels. Her ears folded, her yips half-whined, she fell into a playful bow before him.

Then the priestess bounded away, inviting him to follow with soft calls. To play; in this way he would become Clan. Her own sort of Clan. Without Zoug it could not be what he'd envisioned — but it could become her own vision, surely. An end, but a beginning too.