Her mention of the sibling Craw had never met buzzed around in the back of his mind as they disposed of the two bobcat bodies. He watched them fall until they stopped moving and he could no longer reliably identify them, their corpses too small and the monadnock too high. He grunted in absentminded assent to her decision to let the stench of cat fade from the cave before moving in. The mention of Wraith made him pause, though, the implication that the man would take the news hard, but as Morganna moved to lean against him, laying her head across him, Craw turned his head to the side enough to see her out of the corner of his eye.
"He isn't a child, we don't need to shelter him," he said quietly, without admonishment, bringing his rear down so that he sat, encouraging her to do the same. The puppies would be well for a few minutes yet, and he could tell she needed the break. The kittens probably hadn't provided the level of distraction she needed. He twisted gently beside her, to reach her ear with his smallteeth, an affectionate growl rolling in his throat.
"Tell me about Asriel." With so much happening in the here and now, they had never really had a chance to indulge in the past, in the aspects of each others' lives before he had joined Willow Ridge and their little conspiracy had been born. Now, though, life was secure and comfortable again, the tumultuousness of the willows were behind them, and they could afford to just stop, breathe, and relish it.
It would soon be time to tell her everything, after all. There was still much yet to do.