Sunbeam Lair 'Cause some things just don't change

Dim light bounces off of the sleek sheen of his shoulders as he shrugs them and he catches himself eyeing the motion. He tells him vaguely of his past and instantly Donovan gets it. He nods in silent understanding. Then watches as he goes into a seated position, allowing his haunches to fold comfortably underneath his body. Then the inquisitive tilt of a head just as Donovan did to the other and he’s asking the brindled male where he came from.

He answers with his own reply now and easy chuckle bubbling past his lips. “Old pack got exterminated by two legs. I’m here rebuilding my pack.” He too sits. “It’s going well so far it seems.” His smirk becoming devilish in appearance but fitting on his handsome face. “It’s a good way to meet interesting folks such as yourself.” He hums almost politely. Though the knowingly heated glance in his eyes and the curl of his smile say other things than polite.