Ferns and Flowers

Jakart blinked his blurry eyes and gave a shake of his pelt as Callisto took her turn examining the den. The grey wolf fidgeted on his paws. He was hungry, dirty, dead on his paws from the forced march he put himself through to get home where his brothers were. Callisto spoke, Jakart giving a nod at her words. "Open ain't much around here. Shrubs galore below where we're at. Flowers and the like are further up the hillside above us."

And the comment about where his den was. A slight smile given as he dipped his head in sheepishly, he knew of several dens. Some more familiar than others, such as Nako's, this den. Now he knew where this den was from and where he knew to find it. It was his old one. The males breath hitched as he gathered himself up before resuming eye contact with the healer. "This was it. Haven't been here in weeks." Jakart trailed off and looked out over the top of the bushes, the waters on the opposite side of the creek just visible above the thicket. he ducked inside and gave a tired murmur as he lay down in the confines of den. There was a certain level of implication that they would both have to share a den for at least the night. Even as he crossed his well wore paws and eyed the healer to see if she would decide on sleeping with him he remained optimistic about what she'd do despite their past physical bonds.