Wild Berry Meadow an heir of beauty and serenity

His gaze never wavered from her plush form. Where some might have learned it was rude to stare for so long, it was obvious Behemoth never learned such manners. He didn't comment on her thanks. It was likely because he had never received such words before. So rarely in his life had he been thanked for anything. Genuinely at least.

Shisu... He murmurs back in tones that seem a bit too deep for his youthful appearance. Behemoth. He returned with half a grin. She's pretty. He's alone and in a better mood with his fixed sleeping schedule. He has it in him to play nice, at least for tonight.

Where are you from? The ebony male inquires with ease, a brow arching. It was obvious none of her pack mates were close enough to rescue her from the murder of crows.