Lost Creek Hollow Sir, you have no call to get snippy with me!

Joss didn't even think twice about the whole situation. He had finally found someone in the pack who treated him fairly well, so when Gannet finished, and his soft brown eyes expressed a sort of gentle sleepiness, Joss curled up beside him, tucking himself against the male's alabaster fur for warmth. He was aware that in comparison, he likely felt like a prickly pincushion, even with all the quills pulled out of his face and shoulder- but with as little muscle and fat as he had, his angular body wasn't soft and comfortable like Gannet's was. Still, he did his best to keep his angular shoulders as gentle as possible as he curled up beside Gannet, set his head on the male's flank, and heaved a sigh before he fell asleep.