Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

I'm good with that!

Yep, as he expected, she hated titles. Maybe not-so-much boss, but she did seem to pause when he said it. Was she the Alpha of her merry little band? Maybe, maybe not. But there were kids so he had to presume she'd carried a litter recently - although she didn't look hefty enough - and that made him mentally recoil. Vagoose? Positive. Kids? Nuh-uh, noooope, no-thank-you, he ain't up for being a daddy to anyone unless they were old enough for vitamin D.

But her brother --- hold up, were they her kids or her brother's? The man squints for a second but before he can ask any questions, he is given the order to grab those fluffy bodies and follow along, so he does that. The rabbit carcasses are small and he managed to stuff them in his gob despite some awkwardness; kind of like a mother gator with all her babies tucked between her teeth - except, he looked more like he was carrying a horde of fuzzy little tennis balls. Not so appealing.

Hrrkrrr, lerrs grrr! His voice vibrated through the balls in his mouth; hover for translation or not because that is a  f a  d   e!