This time Nova did not flinch away as she had before, her body drawing back towards his warmth like a plant seeking the sunlight. The almost violent rattling of her hysterical frame eased back to the smaller, steady shivers of cold skin.
His soft words soothed into her ears like warm honey, a thin salve for the seeping, bleeding, open wound where Camio had torn out a piece of her heart and taken it with him. Her wide yellow eyes blinked blearily at his question. "N-Nalda," She said, "Her name's Nalda." Nova's thoughts drifted, hoping Nalda was safely tucked within the borders of the Pines, collecting bugs or tutting disapprovingly at the other cubs or napping. "She's sweet as a fawn, sharp as a fox... Takes her father's looks, but she has my ears." She said with a slight wince, overly conscious of how much space her bat-like ears took atop her head. Of course on Nalda they were adorable, without influence of Nova's brutish brow or masculine muzzle.
"She's just learning how to hunt now." She said softly. How strange it was, she could remember a day when the girl was not much bigger than her paw. Nova went strangely still, her eyes distant again as her ears folded back. "I need to get back to her." She said, suddenly desperate.