Fox's Glade i'm sippin' on my syrup, movin' slow, but i'm still rushin

Her shift in posture caused guilt to rise in his breast; he meant only to jest, not to alarm her further. Fortunately, she soon realized that he was nothing but friendly, and she relaxed, admitting to him that she was new to the area and not customarily so nervous. He smiled warmly, softly sweeping his tail from side to side. "Oh no worries," he reassured. "I haven't been here too long myself. I think around five moons or so, but I've never been that skilled at tracking time." He chuckled.

He would not normally allow much pause before launching into his sales pitch and attempting to recruit another wolf to the hollow, but her uncertain demeanor bid him to take it slower. "So what are you up to? Just doing a bit of travelling or are you going to be settling down?"