Sleeping Dragon Bubble pon di radio

He was used to this, being spoken for. He allowed Wildfire to serve as his mouthpiece, and while she didn't say much about him (well, she didn't know much about him), her summary was fine enough. He nodded in confirmation. He wasn't very happy to be in Phoenix Maplewood, ready to slaughter, he did his duty.

Hush didn't know that the wolf would be the father of the Drotting's pups; had he known, he would have given the wolf even more respect, but for now he treated the wolf as a higher-ranking member of the pack, another wolf above his station.

He looked towards Wildfire, a soft whimper exiting his throat. His muzzle gently poked at her stomach, then he locked eyes with her. Was she ok now? He tried to ask in his own silent way. In his birth pack he was fine with little communication; not many wolves wanted to hang out with him anyway. But here, well...things were harder.