Hushed Willows Juramentum

Teagan's black tipped ears twitched ever so slightly as he caught the saccharine in her voice and he smiled apologetically, knowing he was caught out. "Sorry, Nova - can I call you Nova? -, it's really not your fault. I don't know why I'm so moody all of a sudden; I'm not usually like this, trust me. Sorry." He apologised with a dip of his head, ears slid back against his cranium for a moment. Normally, Teagan wouldn't even bother apologising to a stranger, but since they were packmates, and could potentially live together for a long time, the coywolf thought that he might as well make an effort to be, well, civil for once. He didn't like it though, it wasn't him.

Warbone looked at him, and repressing a roll of his eyes, Teagan nodded, his body having relaxed and smirked his signature smirk. "Sure, I'll be back before you know it." With that, the hybrid turned around and left them, sniffing around for some sort of prey. Then he remembered a few rabbits he'd buried in a cache nearby yesterday and quickly went there. Digging up the prey, he grasped several in his jaws and went back to the company, where he laid it by her paws. "Consider it an apology," he told her, awkwardly, not knowing how to act around older ladies. 

He'd only ever talked to younger ones, around his age, and even so, he mostly flirted with them. So...yeah, he didn't have much experience in that area.