Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

His advances weren't received well, and he faltered for a moment. She recognized him, but for some reason, the open-borders policy between the Glen and the Caldera now seemed somewhat closed. He waited, willing for her to break. This was possibly just her still holding the tough guy attitude, he realized- as there was no way he'd be an unwelcome visitor. Not the way he'd helped Towhee home not so long ago, and had sent Meerkat to take care of her mother. He was still doing what he could for this pack, the Glen, and now Moonglow as well. 

But she didn't break from her standoffish guard, and when she spoke her tone was just harsh enough to make him pause for a moment and think that perhaps this was a serious question...But something else told him not to pay any mind to that- and to continue as he was. His heart beat like a caged fledgling against his chest. "I'm here for you," He challenged back, in a voice that was low, authoritative and strung with a possessive note- to see if that might get her to play along again. He wanted to see the fur along the back of her neck rise, and wanted to comb his teeth through it. "Fennec." He said her name, but this time with a gentleness to his tone.