Bab 28: 27 Misha

Her words made me smile even more. Tiger. Only she called me that. Her smell told me our tongues could do something for her. Underneath that flora smell was something unmistakable. I had noticed it before when she had held my hand in place. That Sorrel offered his hand to her with retracted claws told me he had as well. That color on her face was lighter now. It was spreading across her neck and shoulders. As it had done that night.

"She did not attack you," I heard Conta say.