Not for the first time that day Carolina found herself decidedly thankful for not just the good nature of the man who had come to deliver Tet's furniture, but for his seemingly shared sense of humor. There were not too many who would have appreciated her little omission regarding the elevator's existence and testing it on Sly had been a rather presumptuous move on her part. However, it seemed to have work out for the best as it gave her a rather good insight into his disposition as the pair formed a rather unlikely friendship. Why it should matter to her how a man she had only just met reacted to her joke was something she tired not to think too hard on as they descended and returned to Sly's van. Working in tandem with the assistance of the elevator made rather quick work of what had seemed like such an arduous task before and in no time at all they were sequestered in the alpha's rather lavish office with boxes and styrofoam spread around them.

The piles all seemed rather random and haphazard to the leopard, but Sly seemed to have a system and wasted no time laying things out here and there as she merely watched. As he seemed to have everything so well in hand she let him work in silence, rising only to help when he asked that she hold a particular piece before retreating to perch on a nearby chair and study the warlock as he worked so diligently. It seemed however he was capable of talking while he worked, the curiosity he had been wielding so brazenly before still in full effect it seemed as he inquired about how exactly one joined a pack as a were. Carolina was always a rather open book when it came to things that didn't require to much introspection, and this was no exception save for the fact that it was something she herself was not very knowledgeable about. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, his movements pausing momentarily as he awaited her response while she played with a strand of her hair with habitual familiarity. The answer perhaps not as revealing of the topic which he had originally inquired, though it might reveal a great deal more about herself if he chose to read between those lines.

His soft sigh reached her ears and spoke a bit louder even than the words that followed, her turquoise eyes rising to meet his if only for a moment as a soft smile of commiseration glanced across her features. Something in his response rang true and she truly believed he did understand her sentiment, though whatever experiences led them to share such a belief might be different the result was the same. The comfortable silence which followed seemed natural, neither one of the pair attempting to fill it needlessly as he watched and she observed. The practiced movement of his fingers, the way his hair would fall in his face as he leaned over, how his arms lifted and steadied the pieces into their appropriate slots...

Carolina couldn't say that she minded the view and was having to focus rather hard to keep herself focused on the task at hand when the warlocks sudden question broke her reverie. She was on her feet immediately, sniffing the air even as the faint scent twinged her nostrils. "Not again!" The muttered cry left her filled with both dread and disdain; you didn't need to work on a boat long to know that fire was the absolute worst thing that could happen, much less after what had happened to the previous Ark still lived very vividly in her memory. The feline beginning to move towards the door, thoughts of the detailed safety procedures Tet had put into place after last time springing into her mind.

Only the foreign word Sly shouted, so unfamiliar to her ears, stopped her in her tracks long enough that she followed his gaze. Her mouth fell open in pure shock as she had to process the sight before her eyes. Living in Sacro came with its fair share of expected oddities, but some things never failed to surprise much like the vulpine figure in the corner which seemed to be staring them down. Her heart continued to pound however, the creature obviously made entirely of flames which still posed a very serious threat to the floating vessel. She was preparing to grab Sly and make their retreat before warning the rest of the pack... when he gave it a command? Carolina stepped back rather dumbfoundly, gaze jumping from the warlock to the odd creature as the two seemed to stare each other down until it listened to him!

"What in the world..." The words uttered under her breath as she watched the scene play out in Tetradore's office. The entire piece of carboard seeming to blaze now and yet it did not spread which was odd enough, though odder still that her new friend did not seem the least bit concerned! A slew of questions danced on her tongue and yet she could not find the voice for one of them as the fox practically danced across the room to sit before the blonde man. His questioning of the creature so familiar and thoroughly exasperated did little to answer any of them, even as the orange beast turned and peered at her with such clarity and intelligence.

She heard Sly's words and attempted to process them, even though her gaze could not be torn from the odd creature that rested in front of him. Taking one step towards them, then another as she studied them and tried to make sense of what she saw. "Your familiar?" She knew little of witches, and while the term itself she knew it was entirely different to see it now. "How does that work? They listen to you?" The fox seemed to raise a brow in an dubious manner which caused her to laugh lightly as Carolina lowered herself to the floor next to them, close enough to feel the heat coming off its small body but not be intrusive. "Well, maybe understands you is a better term." Glancing over to the warlock with sheer curiosity written clearly on her face. "Do you take them on all your work calls or is showing up their decision?" Oh there was so much she wanted to know, perhaps Sly should have been more careful about awakening curiosity in more ways than one.