Swiftcurrent Creek bad habits, schmad habits

Though Cutthroat had expected something of a more …elaborate response to his question his expectations were left disappointed for Fox had been horrendously vague. Cutthroat; however, got the gut feeling that it was intentionally so. Of course he had no tangible proof that he instinct was right and nevertheless he considered the possibility that he wasn’t going to get anything more than what she had already offered him as a reply. Still, it left much to the imagination, perhaps, even too much. The silence stretched on from the inky pirate’s end as he attempted to riddle out her words, contemplating what exactly hunting and defending their land had anything to do with him continuing to share her den with her. His pregnant pause lasted a moment longer than he had originally intended as he spent a moment briefly confused on the fact that he had considered her lands theirs which meant the Captive more or less considered Swiftcurrent Creek his home. Not his prison (despite that for now it was) but his home.

Brows lifted, smoothing out of the concentrated ‘v’ shape they had furrowed into and carefully the inky pirate licked his lips focusing back upon her vagueness that really hadn’t answered his question. “Aye but I don’t see what either of those things has to do with us. Sharing a den, I mean.” He could defend borders and hunt just as well as the next man in line. Whether his fire kissed Alpha chose to answer him or not was up to her and if she chose against it Cutthroat had already deduced that he would leave it alone.