Phoenix Maplewood An Ocean in Between the Waves

Despite Valtyr's lanky appearance, he had grown accustomed to ensnaring smaller prey. The youthful Sveijarn's lack of brawn did not allow larger game to be felled and so a diet of ground-birds and small mammals provided decent meals through the colder months. A few amber feathers dropped from the fowl's breast as he carried over to Reek and Tavi, dropping it at their paws when ordered. He swallow, whetting his black lips with a restless lick. The alpha's judgement was not yet passed, and though he had proven a worthy provider, it was still not certain they would allow him to stay. Copper eyes watched the pair closely, posture lax but shrunken. However, he found his gaze drifting to the Maplewood in the distance. Home, he pondered, wondering what waited from him.

Only a moment passed before Valtyr snapped back to attention. "Sooo... ....?" he inquired with a drawl, probing the dark male to better judge his sentiments.