Great Bear Wilderness I'm building this house on the moon

Ah yes, blame the men. Burn the patriarchy. He'd heard this line before, albeit in more words and more teeth for an intrusion that was perhaps not so welcome. It was the sort of fire that invigorated him, the spark to tinder that he had missed through the winter months. It had less to do with the season and more to do with routines he was familiar with, even if the company this time around was less familiar. An amused smile flickered across his features to the first of these statements and hung around as Cadeau chimed in, giving him a foothold in an otherwise unfavorable circumstance.

”I find it as much fun as stepping in a badger's hole, which is a lot more words than saying no,” he said, as though such a line could smooth over his appearance. His attention honed in once again on the paler canine. ”But to each their own, I suppose. What of you, hm? I heard talk of trouble and thought to investigate. The hills have been quiet,” and perhaps their eyes were closed, but this may have only been the beginning of a campy horror film if his tongue slipped a word too far.