Lake Rodney see where you hide

A pack, she said. A home. Somewhere to intrude upon and reap resources without putting out much effort. This confession from the female prompted a curious tilt of jawline, almost pausing in advances as brain crunched the proposal she hadn't even spoken yet. It wouldn't take much, perhaps, if the female was as desperate for bodies as he was for solid meals. Just as lips spliced to return conversation, she bristled and balked. The flash of teeth caused stare to deepen, a soft twinkle of ember-like eyes flashing over the unspoken request to stay back with lifted tail and hackles. 

"Are you sick?" he asked impishly, hopefully portraying enough stupidity in tone to be taken seriously. Advances paused, a cessation of paws rooting the male several paces off like a statue of dark foreboding. "Is your pack sick?" he asked with another tilt of jawline, features softening somewhat to give an illusion of innocence. Perhaps she did have some sort of ailment or malady. Head folded back into neck as though to leer away from her just in case without actually moving.