The feeling of her weight against him made him strangely more comfortable, at ease. She carried an almost carefree and weightless kind of attitude. One that made him trust her at least a little bit more. Dark ears perked up as she spoke, talking of her own monsters, how they weren't that interesting. But how could it not be when her monsters were something like gods?

As in actual gods? Of what kind? Gekirin doubted they were of the gods of his own culture, though not taken literally and not completely worshiped. Mother never cared for such things, but did have respect for her ancestors. Such an odd pack and family, they were. Where did you come from? Another question that he felt was applicable to this peculiar conversation. Silently he wondered what more she was hiding behind those pretty eyes.