Outside her den, a creepy, pale, and blind creature with a long tail was slinking around. It used to have eight wiggly arms, but Ren had ripped one off earlier. The place where the arm used to be was slowly regrowing, like how a starfish grows back its arm.
He perked up when he heard Kestrel stepping out, his nose twitching. His eyes held a mix of alertness and confusion.
Kestrel seemed totally new to him. Yet, buried under her unfamiliar vibe was a faint whiff of something he recognized. This left him scratching his head, wondering why she'd be in the den of the deity of this world.
His spine curved, teeth bared, as he cautiously backed up. Only after a few moments did he figure out who she was.
"You... You're different. I mean, your smell's changed. I almost didn't know it was you."
Kestrel didn't miss a beat. "I need clothes for a male alpha. Fetch them," she ordered, holding her ground.