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She hadn’t cared to elaborate, and he didn’t want to seem ruffled by it—which he was—so the golden wolf tipped a scruffy muzzle, eyeing her with a glint of amusement before letting her greeting drift to the wayside. They both knew he was curious about it—but there were other things to discuss.

Surprise flickered across his features for a moment and the Ostrega found he couldn’t withhold a snort of dry amusement. Towhee and he, sweethearts?

Musing with curiosity at how crass he could possibly be with his new leader, Pippin instead chose a more appropriate route—

“The only thing Towhee melts for is a good banter,” he mused, a smirk quirking at the corner of his inked lips. His relationship with Towhee was complicated at best, and yet it was also solidly the longest friendship he had maintained.

But were they even friends? Fuck if he knew.

If there was one thing that made Pippin uncomfortable, it was focusing on just him. Thus: “If that’s your way of trying to ask if I’m single, then the answer is yes. I am.”

Insert a rather exaggerated wink, here.