Larksong Grotto All I Need is Green

Charley was in one of his moods, stalking around the grotto like it was him against the world. It seemed these pissy moods were frequent as Emory and Aspen were away. The silvery female, especially, seemed to bring a peace about him that nobody else ever had. He'd recently become way too fuckin  slightly obsessed with her, but not in a creepy way or anything. Lately though, things he'd been doing were in efforts for her, and even his thoughts usually wandered off to her. The ragged male had taken it upon himself to protect her and to begin courting the younger female.
So imagine his reaction when he heard her call, out, cursing at someone. At once, his wide paws thundered towards her in a gallop. He came into view just past the ending of her words, and all he noticed was her irritation and displeased stance. While he wished to ask no questions, she skidded to a halt at her flank, hackles raised and growling low.
     "What happened?"
The fish scraps brought a confused twist to his angered black mask, and his carribean eyes scanned over Aspens body for anything to prove she'd been hurt.