The fox promptly halted it's movement, staring at Tharin. His questioning amber eyes stared right back before the pup skittered off to hide behind Jiva. Tharin craned his head to the side to try and keep studying the fox kit, unable to contain himself. He wanted to make sure that his senses weren't fooling himself, and figure out what it was doing hiding behind Jiva. The wolf in question straightened up and bowed politely to Tharin, the gamma accepting it as his due with a nod of his head.
Avoiding heading back to the dens. Is that Drin's fox? The words sounded odd in his mouth, rather alien. How could Drin have a fox? He'd seen the fox, and knew that she cared for the tiny critter, but placing it in the pack with the wolves still baffled him. Tharin stopped staring and straightened back out, looking Jiva in the eyes. Why do you have it? Was he taking care of the kit for Drin? Tharin couldn't believe he'd mistaken it as a pup, since it was clearly too small for that.