Herbalists' Cache patience and restraint

The fur along his spine lifted at the sound of his name, as if an invisible hand had stroked it from the base of his tail, up to the crown of his head. He shuddered, a motion that caused the fur along the flat of his back to rise, and then fall- bringing the ridge of fur back down with it. 

He answered the call, stepping quietly into the darkness where he paused for a moment. He still felt the chill along his spine, though the sensation had passed. To shed it, he spoke:

Call me Ksura.