Moonspear natsukashii

Janus was happy when her expression brightened and her tone shifted from irritation to fondness. A prickle of pleasure tapped at the back of his skull, and he shook it off with a casual toss of his head—appearing to simply resettle the fur on his neck with the motion. But he could not silence it completely. He was too happy with how things were going, both with her and with Charon. He knew there was more to Moonspear than the Alpha pair, but his chances of sliding comfortably into the middling ranks were quite high if he remained in their good graces. It would be simple, and perfect—the only thing he really wanted out of life. Simplicity.

The Guardian-hopeful nodded his broad head, and hummed a note of understanding between closed lips. Once more he shook his head, "No, unfortunately. Been too shite out here, and this is one of the first times I've ranged far enough from my hovel to run into anyone else." He admitted with a sheepish smile. "But scouting, you say? Good, honorable thing, that." Janus paused to smile kindly. "If'n I'm not being too bold... in the future, and only if you felt comfortable with it, I could always escort the lad or lass and keep'm safe while they practiced. Would give me reason to explore a bit and learn the lay of the land as well. Hell, they might teach me a thing or two."