[Marley]

Zephyr watched the pup hop off, frowning. He was never fond of pups, mostly because he never knew how to truly interact with them. He felt like he should but he didn't. At Hux's words, Zephyr made a sound. "In my pack the omegas have designated dens. We never all slept together." Zephyr already was homesick. He didn't lie this. Maybe he'd be able to get away if he actually got away. Running of was definitely an option. When Huxley continued, Zephyr gave him a startled look. "Oh, no, no. I don't do breeding. I just cook." He shook his head. "That's not for me."