Moonspear and watered heaven with their tears

Her yellow eyes drifted down to the three slain hares at his feet, though they quickly shot back to his face at his answer. Her lips parted as Tiuttuk mentally sifted through the assortment of questions she had for him, though before she could begin voicing them, he tacked on an addendum. Her ears flicked. She exhaled forcefully through her nostrils at the word “loyalty.”

What’s your definition of loyalty? she challenged, adding, And what’s your name?

She didn’t acknowledge the rabbits, not just now. Every bit of her attention remained fixed upon him, awaiting his response even as she continued her earlier assessment. He looked strong, but then so had Glaukos. Pie’s lips thinned at the thought, the tip of her tail flicking like a cat’s. She pushed it aside, wondering just who he’d met to leave such a good impression.