He awaits what she has to say for herself, his bulk taking up a fair bit of her den space, his musk filling it within every square inch, battling for supremicy over the others that had come calling. He imagines it to be an epic battle, one filled with much blood shed, many bones will break and fur will be scattered from here to the ends of the earth. He imprints these scents into his brain, green eyes looking around the space as if he could still see their shadows lurking in the corners. Call him paranoid, but he'd much rather take the head of any male that had tried or had come calling to this den.
"And here I thought you'd forgotten all about me," perhaps the pain is real, perhaps it is a figment of the imagination. Probably a little of both, a splash of tarnish to an other wise shiney silver spoon. He is ridged as she comes towards him, her head moving to carry her body against his side, his tail flicking around to find it's way under her chin. His head tipping ever so slightly so that his nose barely brushes where her tail meets her body, she turns and comes to push her rump into his chest, a barely audible but surely felt rumble leaves his chest as a harsh chuckle leaves him.
She turns the question around, forcing him to relive the scene of finding their den empty, a low hiss leaves his lips and ends in a tut-tut sort of noise. "sneaky sneaky, Naamah. You would turn my own question around on me." his voice a low rumble reverberates around them with each word. His teeth unseeth and nip perhaps not all-together gently at her cheek fur, nudging her until perhaps he can get her on her down on the ground and on her side.
Should he succeed in such an attempt he would place himself atop her, not so much to mount but to domineer her. He wants her back, this is true... but he wants her to know that she is his. This time, he is forceful, this time he would let others know that she was his. If they choose to challenge, then he would take up that call, he wasn't fighting for her. He was fighting to let others know she was his. It would be this, he would have it no other way. "I have been here all along, waiting within the shadows for you to return."
"Did you have fun with them?" his nose prods her, not to harsly, but not to gently either, sampling the scents that coat her. Memorizing them for later.
"talks like this"