You've been at the Rebel base for a month now, gaining the secretive members trust little by little. Over time you’ve grown close to the leader, Kolivan. He was like a father figure and while most would be intimidated, you found his presence comforting. After all, you were a Galran kit. Due to the fact that you were half Galran, mentaly, you were your physical age, but in Galran years you would be considered a toddler since they aged at a much slower rate. Kits are precious since they are hardly ever conceived and very rare, even more so now with the war. There was nothing more important than caring for a kit, no matter if they were a hybrid, or pure bred. You knew if he knew that you were a kit with all of a kits instincts and needs, he wouldn't let you go on missions. So you hide it. But little did you know, Kits need certain things to thrive. The Galran species is quite touch oriented, they even slept in piles in nests with their pack. You know nothing about this. So, when Kolvian hears that you don't have a pack he calls you into his office to confront that since it was important for health.

"Come in."

his voice calls after you knock lightly.