His Plumpy Mate
The figure got to them and stormed right past them, the fur he wore sweeping air across like they were not there, like they were inconsequential, not worthy of being noticed and honestly this was the best result for them.
Zorya clutched her sister's hand tighter, “hey, he's gone. You can open your eyes now” her right pupil opened, peeking around, followed by the second.
He was really gone, “Thank you.” She mumbled.
Zorya laughed it off, “Come one Zarael, if you really want to thank me, come play with me by the other side of the palace.”
“No.” Zareal snorted, sticking out a tongue playfully,