Drowning [Birch]

Finding Aranya had been one of the happiest moments in Birch's life thus far. But perhaps, at the same time, the brute couldn't help but just feel the slightest hint at jealousy at the companion she was traveling with. It would have been one thing if her companion was female, but since Nuka was a male, well, Birch had to wonder about the true relationship between the two. Perhaps he was merely over thinking it. Nuka wasn't a bad wolf by any means... so it wasn't like he had anything to worry about. Besides... Nuka seemed like, should he end up with his sister, that he might be good for her.

So after a small decision to wander, just for a little while, Birch found himself in the northern territories. He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for, if anything. The wolf didn't mind wandering so much, especially now that he had someone important, someone very important to return back to. So for now he was avoiding contact with the packs, just in case something should go wrong. He didn't want to be separated from his sister. Not again.

Caverns, seemingly empty, drew his attention. But as he neared them a scent caught in his nares, filling him with curiosity. This scent belonged to a rogue, much like himself. Now Birch might have been a gentleman, and a kind fellow, but he was still a male, and the scent of a female would surely draw his interest. But it wasn't like he was simply some pervert.

Birch would approach with soft, quiet snowy front paws. He would enter the cave, light purple eyes scanning the contents until they fell upon a lump that seemed misplaced within. The form of the female he had scented. Birch would bow low to her, his voice soft and sweet.

"Hello there, my dear. If you would not mind some company, I would be most happy to give you some."