Larksong Grotto Home Sweet Home

Zaavier chuckled. "Don't worry, you weren't being a dick." He replied. He squeezed himself into the den beside her. Setting the herbs down at the very back. Her strong scent made him freeze., and a rush a hormones flooded through him. Nope! He told himself, backing back out with a neutral expression. 

Zaavier chuckled once again at her comment as he sat down a couple feet away. He turned to lap at a patch of dirt on his shoulder. It itched. "Where do you come from?" He questioned in a thoughtful tone. Did everyone in this pack have a troubled past? If so, he definitely picked a good pack. He smirked at the thought, turning his attention back to her.