Fox's Glade chances

She nodded. So, the land had seen some uncharacteristic devastation. "Ah." Was all he said when she told him that she had not been here and so could offer no more insight. That was fine - he didn't need the fine details. The knowledge that whatever had happened was over was enough for him. He could navigate the fallout just fine, although he wondered briefly how the packs had handled the shakedown.

He turned back to her, ruby eyes alight, when she offered her name. "Lovely." He said to her and he meant it. His jaws parted for him to reply when the loud, noisy male burst into the middle of their humble encounter. A white slab of fur who greeted the smaller female as if he hadn't seen her in ages...Grimsley would bet it had been hours or days at best. This was a game that he understood, though he rarely had to play.

"Grimsley." He answered, his eyes on Bhediya, another smile on his lips. This was one was warm, and his attention lingered on her a moment longer before shifting to their new...friend. His expression chilled considerably as he cocked his head a bit, looking the white male up and down. "What are you called?"

Other than 'irritating', of course.