" I grin, and he beams with pride.
“So what kind of hat is that?” I ask, unable to resist. He’s adorable when he’s showing off his wardrobe—like a puppy doing tricks. Although I remain cautious, knowing in the blink of an eye he can become a wolf again.
“My Peregrination Cap,” he answers.
“Huh?”
His smile widens—baring white teeth. “Peregrination. An excursion … a journey.”
“So, why don’t you just call it your traveling cap?”
“Then it wouldn’t be much of a conversation starter, would it?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Um, the fact that it’s made of living moths might give you something to talk about.”
Morpheus laughs. For once our relationship feels comfortable, friendly. "

― A.G. Howard , Unhinged (Splintered, #2)