What's This?

Their tactic would work smoothly, as natural as a stream flowing along the path nature had cut out for it. Birch would pad up next to ?owyn, a more relaxed posture settling across his form. He would gently nuzzle her cheek, a content feeling rising in his chest. "Flawless, as it should be when we work together." He would look upon her with gentle light purple eyes and then flick his gaze to the rabbit. For a moment he would bow his head, taking a moment of silence to honor the rabbit's spirit. It was something he had developed in habit while living in his old pack. The alpha's daughter had done such a thing, so he had picked up on it, since he often hunted with her. The Birch would lift his head and look to his beloved once more. "What do you make of this place, my love?" He would wait for her to take the first bite. It was just how he was.