Bindi||3 years||male||claimed: none||pack:none||rank:loner||pups: none||interaction: Sorrow
Bindi huffed as the wind shifted, though he wasn't all too concerned. He'd be caught, or he wouldn't. Just as his eyes settled on what looked to be a promising hidden den, a voice drifted from the brush. A female emerged, her pelt an array of whites and blacks, silvers and greys. To Bindi's surprise, she didn't seem to hostile despite his intrusion, a most different reaction than he was used to. Seeing as he was caught, there was no point in continuing to sneak, and Bindi stood. The challenge of stealing was gone as well, leaving the male with a few options. He could attempt to forcefully take the rabbit he'd come for, which wasn't his style, or he could speak with the female, since she seemed kind enough not to attack him. "Ah, my apologies. I'm Bindi." He explained, figuring why not? The fae was the first friendly face he'd seen in awhile. Currently unaware of the pups she was hiding, he asked, "I haven't walked into an ambush, have I? I'm not about to be pinned down and beat up?" Bindi's tone was teasing, he was somewhat of a joker, but at the same time his concerns were real. If the she wolf wasn't a loner, he could be surrounded by an angry pack right now.