Dragoncrest Cliffs and you flutter after andromeda

He sprang to his feet when Erzulie—he’d finally recalled her name—came to collect him. He opened his mouth to insist he didn’t necessarily need to bother his sister, though he clapped it shut and obediently trailed after her. He had come all this way, he may as well try to see Meerkat. But mostly he was afraid to cross his grandmother.

He was also incredibly distracted by the unfriendly young redhead. Who was she? Caracal couldn’t stop staring at her, intrigued by her demeanor as much as her looks. It felt a little narcissistic to think so but he found the color of her pelt very fetching.

She’s a downright babe, he caught himself thinking. I wonder if we’re related?