Zathra laughed, a quick, warm burst that carried a bite sharp enough to make Nyxsha's fur bristle.
"Oh, you call this sharing?" she teased, crouching in front of Azareel, close enough that he could see the faint reptilian scale patterns shimmering across her shoulders.
"You look bored, Soft Steps. Want me to show you something fun?" Her red-orange eyes glinted with mischief, her tail flicking.
Azareel blinked at her, his silver eyes warm and patient.
"You've been showing me bones for two hours, Zathra. They're… interesting," he said, his voice gentle, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Her grin widened, sharp and fearless.
"I wasn't talking about bones," she said, leaning forward, her cheek almost brushing his as she whispered, "I can teach you how to run in the dark without tripping over your own—"
"Back. Off." Nyxsha's claws flexed, scraping the stone beside her, her golden eyes blazing with possessive fury.
