Shadewood Bedraggled

Later. Right. He wasn't quite certain how he would prevent himself from worrying about it now, but he would keep that to himself. When Themis offered him her den, his eyes widened slightly. Uncertain, he murmured, "If... that is what you wish, of course." Though, he couldn't deny that his pulse had quickened at the offer. He knew it meant nothing — just two warm bodies... well, and four whelps. But there was no insinuations there. He smiled, a half smile that just barely reached his eyes. "Thank you," he murmured, brushing past her to enter the den. He would cram himself in the corner and attempt to occupy the least amount of space possible.