Jezebel: 8,5 months.
It wasn't often the bonded pair made their way into the night tunnels, but this was a special ocassion. Mykel had awoken that morning to find a note taped to his door, a crypic message telling him to meet in these tunnels at sundown, just as the night whers started to wake. A rather odd message, and they might not have complied, if Mykel hadn't recognized that all-too-familiar handwriting. Whatever tricks his sister was up to, Mykel couldn't deny that he would certainly enjoy having a hand in joining in! He didn't see nearly enough of Halia these days.
Night whers were emerging from their own tunnels, and gving Mykel and Jez looks that ranged from shock to amusement, but the pair ignored them as they came to a halt at the instructed location, looking around. Huh Mykel commented as a partiularly brave brown night wher came nose to nose with Jezebel. The brown's hide was just a tad rosier than normal, and comparing the two of them - bulky night wher against chubby day wher - Mykel had to give a delighted grin. You don't look too different. Just imagine if you had been hatched one of these!
I would never! came the affronted reply.