Her fur stands on edge. It is that feeling one gets when one knows that they are no longer alone. Her ears hear something in the distance, and currently, Azalea trusts no one here other than perhaps Jaxxon. She stops mid-groom, paw next to her mouth as she freezes to listen closely, muscles at the ready to defend herself. Her lips pull back some in a threatening smile as someone comes to the mouth of the den.

Her poison green eyes focus in as something drops at their feet, and it is none other than Jaxxon. Her paws lowers, and her body relaxes, with the threat in her smile fading away to a normal smile. His scent comes to her then, and the smell of those berries touches her nostrils. Ugh. Well, at least he is here.

”Ah, Jaxxon, come in, lay next to me,” she said slyly, patting the spot next to her with a single blood red paw. Her tail lightly taps on the ground behind her against the soft furs. It sure was comfortable here, at least she had that. However, she knew this place had many eyes and ears, and she wanted that privacy. ”Did you come alone?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head as she awaited his approach.