Blackfoot Forest "But it is," returned she;

Slowly but surely, Gotham was getting used to his new home. While his surroundings were breathtaking, it was nothing special to him. He liked dark places, but he guessed he could do with this. After all, his home wasn't what made him Gotham. It was his cold demeanor, his icy gray eyes and his lack of confidence that made him who he was. He liked the fox meat, he liked the white angel he had met, and he liked his alpha. He had yet to meet the whole gang, but that would come in time, he was sure. For now, he was good.

That was until the howl of Aaron reached his ears. It sounded like he wanted to chat, and Gotham had some free time on his paws. With a loud yawn, he started walking to the place where the other male was sitting. He approached his leader from behind, but he wasn't trying to sneak up on him. While any other joking persona would've seen this as an opportunity for a good prank, Gotham felt it unnecessary. His loud footsteps would've given him away minutes ago for a good listener, though not to scare the lad, he chuffed softly as a greeting. Goodmornin', Aaron. Why did you call? It was obvious that the other male wanted to chat, though Gotham found it to be a good pick-up question to start a conversation with. He sat down, loudly and ungraceful, like always, next to his alpha. He kept a submissive position though, anyone watching could easily see that he wasn't the boss of the two.