Anew [Mortis]

Dove didn't see the look of concern in the pup's eyes because, if he had, he would've laid the pelt out in a proper manner to appease him, no matter the conflicted feeling he had about Sirius. Pups were small, wee, loud things that didn't know the world as well and as intimately as the rest of them; they didn't deserve the often cruel edge that greeted some of them.

He no idea of the pup's thoughts, so he couldn't stop the notion that wormed its way in Mortis' head, but when a gleam settled in the pup's eyes, Dove shifted on his feet, dancing nervously on midnight paws. He had no idea what wow'ed the pup, but seldom was something as amazing as the little ones thought. Mortis seemed to change his stance, and Dove hiked a brow as confidence seemed to fill the pup's entire being. He wondered, briefly, if it had anything to do with the buffalo pelt he'd just put away. What other reason for confidence was there? Dove listened to him continue with a mildly bemused expression, amusement evident in his half-smile. A paw waved in the air between them, and the light gleamed on the dangerous claws that sprouted from Mortis' paw.

"I'll just bet you are," Dove said, relaxing into the interaction with the pups. Not perceptive, Dove decided. Just nosy. Puppies were easy to deal with, from their cheery ways of dealing with others to their perception of the world around them. Much easier to be around than one wolf that came to mind.

He glanced behind him. "Unfortunately, the den is fully carved out," Dove continued. "But I do require grass for bedding," he offered.