Shadewood Know your soul gotta know your wealth

He breathed softly on the muzzle of the female. She spoke, seemingly in apology. He blinked then nodded once. He half guessed. As for the male, he threw a withering glare in his direction, his small ears twitching. He was not impressed.

Alas, he had to move on and reinforce his own claim around the place. He didn't want no grizzly asshat rolling up in his condo and attacking his pack. His pack, as well as the ebony man's. Cry. He stepped back and his lips drew upwards in a grin. It was good to see he was alive and kickin'. He turned, ambling off to the northern reaches of the woods to mark and scratch some trees and rub up on them. He needed it, he was itchy as hell. Food would come in the next few days following his metabolism returning to normal. Hopefully. Perhaps he could talk more with the newer inhabitants, too.