Hushed Willows Protect me Maria, don't let this siren cast her spell

Looking around in the darkness that became clearer and clearer the longer he stood there, he found no trace of the burning ember, nor his little girl friend. He was sure Grace was somewhere, for her scent was recent enough, but he was skeptical about the scent of Teagan. His handsome face turned from calm to quite angry. He swore, that if Teabag had left him here in the dust, he would find him and poison him himself. Now he had nobody to hit on, for Nova Rose was too old, Grace too... Grace, and pups too young. Sure, Stark was a handsome man too, but Trick doubted if he had a thing for males.

His right ear flicked at the sound of footsteps, small quick ones and slower heavier ones. He wiggled his nose slightly, almost jumping at the sight of his "leader". His heartbeat quickened but he soon calmed down. His trademark smirk found its way onto his muzzle as he greeted her with a nod. Good morning, miss Tavi. He purred in a sexy whisper. He couldn't ignore the fact she had come from outside, making him wonder if she had even spent the night inside the Crook. Where have you b-...

He couldn't finish his sentence as the cute sight of little Tambourine ran up to his mother, making Trick genuinely smile. Did he want kids in the future? Would he ever find a real mate to share parent ship with? He chuckled. Sounds like someone is hungry... He whispered as he looked at the tawny, a bit more wolf-like, blob.