By the time the sun dropped, the outpost had been converted into something that almost resembled a functional camp. The kind of almost that meant we wouldn't freeze or get eaten.
Finn had patched the walls, Kira's vine was already climbing high enough to work as a beacon, and Coco had marked the perimeter so thoroughly that even a Corruptor with excellent navigation would have trouble finding us.
Somewhere in the middle of all that, the small pale animal had settled close to my left boot and was watching me with the calm patience of someone who had already decided we were friends and was waiting to see if I'd realized it yet. I sat down, and the animal sat down.
"We should name it." Coco said immediately, leaning forward with barely contained excitement like someone who had been waiting hours to finally say that. Which he had.
