The grin that had been plastered on his maw shifted, making him look far more sheepish than before. He shook the branch, forceful on purpose. "I didn't realize that I was worth any trouble in the first place." Strel turned, leaning sideways against the branch as he looked up at the female. He had no way of realizing what it was she was starting to want from him. It was namely because of the fact that nothing suggested it. Even if it was pretty obvious by body language and tone, he probably wouldn't really get it. Females confused him in that aspect.
Strelein glanced at the tail tip that ran across his arm slightly, furrowing eyebrows in response up at her. "So, like, no one in this pack has any real rank issues, do they?" He couldn't really believe how seemingly useless ranks were here. True he probably was very much so under the King and his Constable, but still, it seemed as though everyone was so very easy going. So what was the point of having ranks below the highest ones? Oh well, maybe it was for show and for flair. Flair was good. Flair was fun.