Nesting?!?
There was a series of roars and clicks before my language translator was able to switch over to Saaja. "What types of furs are you looking for?" asked the Saalistaja. He stood still, like a warrior or a hunter, and I couldn't even see him breathing. It was like if I took my eyes off of him for a second, he would disappear into thin air.
"All types," growled Midnight as he shifted under me.
"What? Am I finally getting heavy?" I asked, rolling my eyes. The movement jerked me out of the frozen state that I had been in since I first saw the Saalistaja.
"Ha!" chuckled Midnight taking his attention away from the male across from us and back to me. "You are about the size of a newborn cub."
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. And as much as I knew he was joking about my size, I was a good deal smaller than him. "Let me down, you oaf," I continued, smacking his shoulder. "I can't see the furs from all the way up here."