Emberwood chimerical

We, Cambria said, head rearing a little in surprise. what? That’s… Not how it works, he almost said before catching himself and biting his tongue. Okay. Well, he said, a little taken aback, though in the next breath, he could only agree, It really does.

He gave himself a moment to wrap his mind around this idea they’d been mates for a couple months now, at least in Odessia’s eyes. Cambria was pretty sure it didn’t work that way—that a bond like that required knowledge and consent—but he quickly came around to it. What did it matter at this point? It didn’t. It made no difference at all.

I guess that’s the custom where you’re from? I don’t really have any of my own, considering, but I’ve seen some places where two wolves throw a whole party for themselves, he said, eyes searching her face as if trying to suss out whether she would want any of that showiness. I kinda like this low-key approach, though, he had to admit.

He laughed under his breath, quickly coming to terms with this shift in his reality. He bumped his nose against Odessia’s—his mate’s—muzzle, then nipped at her whiskers in a way that could only be called affectionate. Cambria then withdrew a pace or two, idly gazing around.

I was thinking about names again. I don’t know if I like Chimeria anymore. It doesn’t sound quite right. What about Claudia instead? Or Olivia? Or Victoria? Oh, wait, you already suggested that one, didn’t you? he said with a chortle and shake of his head.