Drowning [Birch]

Birch would listen as the female would begin to speak, setting the stage for the very place where the pack she dreamed of would be set up. Fontamo Bay. He had not heard of such a place, but it must have been around Alacritia somewhere, right? At least he would hope so. The brute would curl his tail around his paws, listening as ?owyn would begin naming things. The ancient language she spoke of, it sounded nice to the ears. Like the names were meant to be used for the ranks.

As she continued to flirt, her words causing the brute's heart beat faster. She was sweet, oh so sweet. Birch drew closer, if only by about an inch or so, respectfully listening to her speak again. Everything seemed to fall so neatly in place. As if it was perfect. The russet brute would nod his head in approval, his warm smile never fading from his lips.

"Despite not yet having the pack in place it seems like you have it all figured out, ?o." He would use a nickname for her. The brute's light purple eyes would sparkle. "It sounds very much like a pack that I would find peace in joining." A place to call home. Surely Aranya and Nuka would join too, right? It sounded like an ideal place.

"You have a wonderful head on your shoulders... and I'm sure you'd be the prettiest Malkia in Alacritia." He would use the title she had wanted for her pack, feeling the fur of his face get a bit warm from the compliment he gave her.