"Now I know her species, Rolen. She's a Dark Keshnel." I said, assuming the name would be familiar. If anyone had heard of it before, it would be him.
Rolen stood very still for a moment, looking at Wip the way you look at something that doesn't belong in the category you put it in. Like discovering that the family pet was actually a spy from a foreign country. Then he adjusted his glasses, which seemed to be his way of putting the world back in order, and said carefully, "Then I'll need to do some reading tonight."
"About what." I asked.
"About what a Dark Keshnel actually is." he replied after a short pause. "Because I have absolutely no idea where that species comes from."
Wip was cleaning her face with one paw, completely unaware of the crisis she had just caused in Rolen's mind. She licked her paw, rubbed her ear, and made a small satisfied sound.
"She came from a cave in the mountains… probably." I said.
