Firefly Ravine A walking ball of anxiety

Zephyr was in the process of laying down when Sen slipped from the den. The new mother gave him a look that was no more cold than ever but not even close to inviting, and his ears wilted down to the sides of his face. His grassy eyes were drawn to the approaching Chusi, and he was torn between running and staying. In the end, he stayed, lowering his head flat to the earth with his paws on either side, but didn't move a muscle as the youngest Gorgon plopped herself infront of him. His eyes flicked to the alpha in question, and then back to the little girl she protected. Why hadn't he brought food, coming this way? That might've appeased Sen a little bit. 
                 "Would you like me to go hunt for you two, Sen?"
It was no secret that he was weird about taking care of the sole alpha and her pups, being the highest ranked male in the pack ever since Depp vanished. The ebony brute found himself unable to talk to her about it, and though he couldn't help the thoughtful curve of his brow, he knew now probably wasn't the time to bring up a possible partnership. It'd been tampered by his perpetual dark mood lately, but with the coming of Summer and new growth, he felt the tiniest bit better.