<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Onp4Ux3.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Bhaltair</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Rank: Sitter<br/>Location: Healer's Den</span></strong><br/>He nodded, very serious, despite his eyes still dancing with humor. He observed as she seemed to compose herself again, though despite his guilt he secretly loved the fact that he had been the one to frazzle her.<strong>Jag</strong>had made his leave and Bhaltair was settled comfortably near her and she had agreed that pups were the least of their concern. He quirked a brow at her as she defended<strong>Slash</strong>and had to suppress a snort. As much as<strong>Bhaltair</strong>jibed, he did believe in the brute at least as a pack member and that he would help protect them. He smiled down at her as she leaned into him, his tail thumping for a second or two as she playfully nudged him.<br/><br/>Her next words didn’t really catch him off guard, but he snorted at her and narrowed his eyes,<strong> “I was apologizing not because I thought you couldn’t take a joke, but because your too sweet for me to tease.”</strong>He nudged her with his shoulder, just enough to jostle her.<strong> “But I see here you're just as bad as I am. How dare you inquire such things!”</strong>He joked with false insult. Bhaltair chuckled to himself before turning his gaze to look out the healer’s den. It was getting late and he knew he was going to have to leave her soon so she could rest before the morning came.<strong> “While it’s true I could have a mate, I’ve been warned before about pups of my own. It was a long time ago, but the wolf had a point. If the alpha had pups and thought I favored my own over theirs ...”</strong>Maybe his anxieties were silly, but it was something he had worried about ever since it was presented to him.<strong> “As far as courting goes, I haven’t really found myself trailing after anyone. Perhaps I’ll wait for another season.” </strong>He sighed quietly. He really was more of a hopeless romantic sort of wolf, a dreamer and often not taken seriously, Most days that was just fine with him.<br/><br/>He saw the littlest bits of light coming through the den, a sign the sun would be on it’s way.<strong> “Oh no! It seems I’ve kept you from getting rest.”</strong>He huffed.<strong> “Hopefully you’ll be able to nap a bit here in the healer’s den where it’s quiet.”</strong>He moved to get up, but then<strong>Nuka</strong>had appeared. He settled back in his laying position to curiously look up to the elder wolf. He greeted him politely and listened to what he had to say. He spoke of an Elder's Moon, which intrigued him enough but it<em>had</em>been banned for the longest times. What was<strong>Zuya</strong>planning? He often wondered this but he would never find answers. He would have to sit and wait. When the old wolf took his leave, no doubt to spread the word to more wolves, Bhaltair turned to<strong>Vitani</strong>with an uncertain look. He would always look to her lead, but now it was also to see what she thought of this.<br/>