Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

He grinned when she challenged him. "Oh, I will," He said. With a dramatic flail, he flopped down onto the ground at Fennec's feet, reaching up toward her with his forelegs with the intention of pawing softly at her, like someone reaching up for help. "Every bellyache, every scratch, every bruise, contusion, cut, bite, clawmark an' concussion, I'm gonna be callin' fer you," He chuckled, before he reached with one paw to touch her chest, and laid the other on his own. "Cross my heart, an' cross yours too." He chuckled. Dramatics over, though, he sat up still with half a smile on his face. 

He shook some of the dust out of his pelt and wondered for a moment if maybe this was her way of saying that she was at least considering staying with them in the Glen. It hadn't been what they'd planned, when he'd talked with her in the Copse; and even then, he'd been careful to make sure she hadn't felt as though he'd been trying to lure her into moving to Moonspear permanently. Now, though, he couldn't help but wonder if she found the idea of being a founding member of a pack as exciting as he did. He'd take what he could, from what she'd offered, without pushing her. He'd simply have to make his invitation irresistable. 

"Maybe tomorrow, I can take you to meet Kukutux, if you want?" He asked. "She's the one who showed me how to make your pouch," He said.