Swiftcurrent Creek stalker

What a pretty thing she was. He didn't know her at all but it could be easy to get to know her; he didn't need many excuses to seek her out for company and start chatting her up and he got to look at that gorgeous face and those intense blues while he was at it. Why was everyone so hot around here?
A charming smirk pulled at his lips when he caught her tail moving. So far so good he guessed. He'd hate to not act proper enough and get his ass kicked by her because then he sure wouldn't be trying to make friends afterward. Head tipped ever so slightly and his ears twitched as they sat forward on his cranium as she spoke. Looking for him but couldn't remember what she wanted to say? Leon only allowed a chuckle to escape when she asked if he wanted to do something and used "dig a hole" as an example.
Quirky, he liked her. "Dig a hole? Whose grave would we b'diggin?" he joked lightly. Though he could end up digging his own; part of him was subconsciously nervous of fucking up this meeting somehow. Those in power never tended to like him for long.
"I'd love t'hunt, sweets, but I need a couple'a days t'rest from m'injuries b'fore I'd be any use huntin'." Otherwise he'd be all for hunting down some food with the pretty alpha. Though if she was quite serious about digging a hole he could manage-- he was less likely to injure himself further doing that... and it, oddly, sounded quite fun at the moment if he were to be completely honest.

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