Lose Yourself

He watched as she balanced herself up on her haunches in order to be able to look at him eye to eye. It almost made a snicker come forth, but he managed to stifle it. The queen, she says? Arno shifted his weight from paw to paw. An ear flickering ever so often as the wheels within his head turned. "I`m looking for a home. A pack, of sorts." Since she was a queen, he supposed that she lead the pack that resided within this land. His salmon hued tongue slid across his teeth, running along teeth and gum alike. The french wolf, had no ill intent. He simply wanted to join a family, Of sorts. His eyebrows lifted, as the gentleman had noticed the suspicious look that he had received.'Can i not be myself without receiving a fucking suspicious look, merde!'The hussein clears his throat, an action he would usually do before doing something, or asking a bold question. "Is everything alright, reine?" he asks, an eyebrow quirked upward in question.