Swiftcurrent Creek rattling your ground

Muzzle swinging back to her, he was about to give her the space she seemed to crave when she blurted out her real intentions—and as if mother nature were a teasing entity, a light breeze swept past—and there it was.

“Oh,” he offered, rather unintelligibly.

And then he did back up a pace—eyes sweeping over her once more, and then, jaw set, glanced to the distance of the creek. “Sorry. Offer still stands—to join, and… if you want me to go get our healer.”

If she wanted a conversation with another she-wolf, perhaps?

Then—interested in the answer, he glanced back to her, brows arching up. “What issues do you think you’re going to cause?”