Larksong Grotto At It Again

Thank goodness, was his first thought as rustling came from the den. Her silvery pelt pushed through the entrance and Charley exhaled in relief, drawing in another deep breath as her scent wreathed around him. She joked with him a little bit, asking if he missed her. The answer was hell frikkin yes, but then she seemed to notice his irritation. She questioned it, and warmth spread through his thick pelt: Someone cared. Even about a wolf like him, someone cared. True, she didn't yet know about the things he'd done in life.... But he hoped she wouldn't hate him despite them.
     "Suppose I did miss you, angel. The real question is, did you miss me?"
He chuckled lightly, but he felt seriousness ring though his words. Did she miss him? Yes, they'd only spent a few hours together, but then again he'd never been so willingly open to a stranger: never before had anyone got through his walls. Emory was there before the guards went up, he didn't count her. Aspen here, she'd split those walls and ghosted through them like they weren't there. The scruffy male didn't answer her question about what was bothering him, mostly because he'd already mostly forgotten he was even in a rough mood.