Larksong Grotto Well.....shit

@Jhala if you can!

Welp, Skeet didn't seem to wake up on the right side of his den this morning. Everything seemed to just spin around and make him a bit annoyed. Whether it was the rumors he heard of the new religion Reek was all over or hearing that the new lady alpha was somewhat rude, he wasn't in the mode to deal with her, nor even meet her.

With his fur in a mess and eyes glossed over, Skeet barked out for Jhala, hoping to talk with a friend. He thought she was pretty and deserved a good man, but doubted he would fit those requirements. Besides, she probably wanted to only be friends. Silently, he sat down with a bored glare and looked around the brown and grey land. His ears were flat.