Duck Lake karma is the thunder

He took the returning gesture platonic. Before them, the first sight of the creek and he felt an easy smile finally pressing to his lips at the thought of home. He had left it before with a mess of emotions—the idea that perhaps, another able-bodied wolf would be amongst them, held more promise than before. 

He slowed as they came to the borders and he thought—muzzle tipping to better study her. There’s a den abandoned from a previous couple, he offered then, thinking of @Lestan’s abandoned work before they had left. I need to go check on my children. Make yourself at home… maybe, if you find it suits you here, then you’ll consider staying.

It was an invitation—and with that, he offered her the directions to the den, should she be interested… Knowing full well that if he were to offer his own, his trio of shadow pups would be nothing but an onslaught of puppy teeth and insistent energy.