His fingers were curled against Trouble lightly, stroking his fur before he let the scarf go back to where it was. Nasir's voice was soft, though he was not necessarily worried about someone seeing the flying squirrel, just overhearing what he was talking about. "I'm, um ... a warg? Like the Stark kids in Game of Thrones?" If Kaleb read that series at all (or watched the terrible television series). "So the little guy lets me borrow his eyes and ears sometimes, to see and hear through them, and that makes him my familiar."
Grey Dragon