i took it all for the chase

His eyes sparked with amusement as his little Rabbit spoke, speaking up for the first time since he had pressed his fangs against her delicate throat. Whatever her thoughts on the den, he had ensured it had good airflow, and was clean and tidy before he had set it up as Ignita’s painting den. His mate, and the pack’s steward, had cleaned up her painting supplies and left the den clutter free and ready to serve the next wolf. That none of them had expected it to be a Songbird was a change they would take in stride.

He had a feeling that Ignita had chosen it for its close proximity to one of the border guards, and the easy line of sight between here and their own den. He knew her words were a small wrestle of control, and not a true assessment of the quarters. “Would you rather den with us? We could store you on a shelf out of the way when we aren’t using you.” His words were clear, and serious, through his eyes teased her. Wondering if his words would strike more defiance in her.