Raiden's mocking smirk only grew wider as Kulu delivered his calm logic, one of his pink tails twitching with smug satisfaction.
Caspian looked between the unbothered falcon and the preening fox, the low rumble in his chest vibrating through the stone floors of the den.
He looked like he wanted nothing more than to smash something, but Kulu's mention of Hana's stress levels hit the exact target.
Caspian glanced toward the sleeping quarters where Hana was resting on her soft mattress, then back at the fragile electronic control panels decorating the rock walls.
He knew the falcon was right. The whole reason Hana had made him handle the heavy excavation work outside while Raiden was inside fixing the inverter with her was because the fox had an intricate understanding of these foreign things and a surprisingly, annoyingly gentle touch.
With a final, sharp hiss that released a tiny, warning wisp of smoke from his nostrils, Caspian stepped back.
