Larksong Grotto Devastation

Charley was prowling around the grotto as per usual, sniffing around for something of interest. A scent soon came upon him, not one he knew other than she was in the pack. Didn't even know her name, in fact, and was lucky if he could put a face to the scent. The ragged male headed towards the woman, however: why not take this time to form closer bonds with the pack? His carribean eyes raked the land for her, soon catching sight of the agouti back. Padding after her, tail high and ears pressed forward, the multicolored man loosed a friendly chuff.