Larksong Grotto All I Need is Green

Zaavier suddenly felt guilty for asking the question. The answer Charley had given him was quite depressing. "Hey, sorry 'bout that. At least you have Aspen... and me," he added after a pause, throwing a teasing smile his way. He honestly didn't care much for friends, he just wanted to comfort the male in the best way he could, and Zaavier wasn't very good at those kinds of things. 

Then, the silver she-wolf asked him a question, pulling the attention away from the other male. "I uh... lets see. A month? Maybe?" He chuckled a half-hearted laugh. He wasn't good at keeping track of things either... unless it was herbs. He's good at keeping track of herbs.