I secured Jojo on my shoulder the way I saw Kite doing many times before and decided that there's no better time than present.
"Shall we go see Kite? She's probably worried sick looking all over this place for you." - I said to the stoat and the small animal turned its head to the side looking intently at me - "Don't give me that look, girl, or I'll keep you to myself. You're too cute for our moody witch, especially since she can't keep her eye on you."
Jojo in response only snuggled closer to my shoulder making herself comfortable.
It was strange, but I understand why Kite brought her pet here. It's kind of lonely in this big old castle. Few years ago all of the wolves with no exception had roommates, but now even I feel off in a two-bedroom apartment alone every night.
Werewolves
