Blackfeather Woods finger deep within the borderline

Crescendo growled lowly, one that someone might mistake for a hum. His eyes did not stray from the male, instead he simply addressed his companion in the bushes, her scent who came to him now that he was in a different position. His eyes flared briefly, then he called out to her.

"Morgana, come here. Assist me in...greeting this male."

He took another step toward the male, guard hairs raising slowly, and stance one of stiff authority. His humming growl grew in volume, but stayed low still.