"Welcome, welcome! Please," You're greeted by Flint, orange eyes shining warmly. "Make yourself at home."
You lay down beside him, stretching for a moment before making yourself comfortable. You take a moment to appreciate the serenity of this territory. Birdsong, the rustling leaves, a squeal...? Spoke too soon, huh.
Several pups come bounding out from the bushes, interrupting you with loud yapping and laughter. So much for quiet. They take a moment to show off their 'impressive' brawling skills to the new audience. They're eventually followed by a rather tired looking pupsitter. Spotting her, the pups scatter back into the undergrowth, gleeful squeals echoing through the trees. You and Flint can't help but chuckle at the situation. She yawns an apology before following the chaos back away.
Flint looks back towards you, smiling. "So, what can I do for you, friend?"
Working on a naturalistic pack... Mostly