Nayru smiled as the male fumbled with the clasp, but the light touch of his fingers sent strange electricity through her skin. So often when her friend touched her it was just warmth and security and Nayru couldn’t understand the sensation just then. It caused her anxiety, but it was pleasurable in a exciting way and she was almost sorry when he pulled away having completed his task. His words came then and she focused on them, trying to forget the confusion that his fingers had caused, but his words were just as puzzling.
Gideon spoke of Shiloh and Nayru smiled, knowing that Gideon was close to all his siblings. Although she hadn’t bonded much with them she loved them as she loved all of the Dahlians, but especially that they were important to Gideon and Bris. That Gideon wanted to give his sister such a present did not seem strange, but that he suddenly compared her to Shiloh was. Nayru had never thought of Gideon as a brother, though he had been the closest thing she had to a sibling within the pack lands. Still, they had always been friends, the best of friends, first and foremost and that Gideon now stumbled over whatever it was Nayru was to him was strange.
And quickly he moved down the steps, before Nayru could formulate words to try and sort out the situation. It seemed Gideon was content to have their roles muddled and move on to hunting. Following his lead she stood, less awkwardly or rushed, and moved toward the large man, noting just how much he had out grown her despite the few months she had over him. Placing her hand on his shoulder she smiled at him, nodding in agreement in her merry and easy going way. Yes, let’s go hunting.
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