Really, he'd never stopped to think about how much easier life might have been if the two of them had some sort of mutual agreement when it came to communication. See, most of their issues could easily be solved by simply informing one another of their plans. Had he known Denali had gone off to do her own thing - and not been stalked by some sort of congregation of males - then he likely would have pretended to his job from the den. It was simply not in his nature to think so far ahead, or even to contemplate other options to such a depth. Things were easier just done rather than thought about. That inability, or reluctance, to think ahead is what had brought him hungrily to the door of his own den, oblivious to the fact that the one he sought was just inches beyond that delicious beaver.

His confusion was palpable when the beaver began to laugh at him - it was a distinctly familiar, feminine laugh that certainly did not the suit the scruffy creature. It took him a minute to realize that rather than the beaver laughing, it had been Denali tucked away in the shadows. He snorted, flicking his ears back and turning away in what could be considered embarrassment - or disapproval. Laughing at him was just so... wrong. He was dignified, after all! A warrior; strong, glorious, headed for great things and here she was laughing at him.

"You are."

Yes, she was clearly the silly one. Petty? Perhaps. But it did make him feel better knowing that she was obviously the silly one for hiding away where he could not see her. With that, he turned back to facing her, confident that her laughter was now over. Instead, he was lunged at, or rather flopped upon. Instead of dodging, he stooped low suddenly, attempting to catch her on his shoulders before rising. If he was correct, he would be able to balance her there and prevent her from squirming away or disappearing into the den once more. He was glad - he'd found her, or vise versa.

He had to admit that he liked the closeness, though he refused to be subdued by it. After all, his stomach was still grumbling and twisting around, his nostrils sniffing excitedly at their meal.

"You did well. Who is teaching you?"

He flickered his attention towards her, his huge skull tilted in young curiosity as he shuffled closer towards the meal, dragging it to between his paws. It took little effort on his behalf to split it in half, his strong paws and jaws making quick work of its body. Once he had achieved some sort of.. halving process, he nosed the larger portion towards Denali with big, eager eyes. Eat more, he figured, and she'd have no choice but to grow.

"Do you... like it here?"

He asked suddenly then, his eyes narrowing slightly as he began to indulge in his meal. He wanted her to be honest, yes, but he just hoped that honesty was the answer he wanted to hear.