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

As much as she knew she needed to settle into a pack— and soon, with the seasons changing— Tail had been hoping to shop around before making a decision. She was taken slightly aback at how quickly a home was offered, and she risked meeting his gaze to try and decipher if there was a hidden agenda. He was friendly, and the yearling appreciated that... but her own instincts were territorial and protective, and she couldn't imagine inviting someone without fully vetting them.

"Um," she said lamely, when her effort to glean information through sight alone proved fruitless. "Are you the Alpha?" was her next question; it seemed to make sense, if he was so willing to extend the offer. If he wasn't interested in learning more about her, she could certainly risk being picky in return.