So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

The Abaven wolf was watching the little healer, and he raised a brow at her reaction. Watching the way she ducked her head, chuckling awkwardly. He had a feeling that the loyalty comment was about more than how it sounded on the surface. Before he could question her further, she asked him to wait and ducked down into a storage room. He watched her little white tail disappearing down.

“Here, let me grab that” he said, limping forward to snag the pelt from her arms before she could protest. He snorted at her sass. “I guess I fell asleep in that one” he mimed a yawn as he trotted forward with his stolen pelt and eyed the dens. Any was better than the open ground he’d been on lately. He nodded his head to one at the side, a little more out of the way. “Here will do”


"Senryū Cavaliere-Klein"