Ouroboros Spine quick and dirty

Harlyn Cinderloch. The name would be stashed away neatly for future use. Her observations of him did not go unnoticed, and from what he could tell, she seemed to like what she saw. The feeling was mutual, if that was truly what she was thinking, but he made no mention of it. Instead, he cocked his head when she asked how he had come to be there. “I live here,” he said with a sly smile, “And by the smell of it, you do, too.” He was fairly certain she was being more specific in her location than he was, but Sidewinder was never one to give a straight answer.

“Unless, of course, you are some kind of intruder… in which case I’ll be chasing you out just as soon as you fess up.” He highly doubted it, considering the scent of the pack was thick upon her fur. Not only that, but she did not seem to be threatened by his presence, something he would expect of an actual trespasser.