When Slay left him Nik stood up again. He shook flakes of dirt off his already brown pelt. Marv glared at him, his fur still up. To Nik being fluffy made Marv look cute not scary and he would have laughed at him if he wasn't staring at him like he was.
"What?" He asked. He knew Marv would not answer in words, out the whole time they have been together Marv had only made sounds like hissing, growling, purring or yowling but never any words. Maybe a Lynx cannot learn the language of the wolves well enough to speak it? Marv glanced at Slay. Marv had never been with Nik while he was in a pack and it was understandable for him to be nervous.
"We may not even stay, but it is always saver in a pack than alone," He said.