Vox couldn’t really think straight at the moment. All he wanted was his alpha to come and be in the nest he made and protect him. He had made a loose circle out of your things.

He was in a nesting haze. A period of time where he instinctually needed to prepare a nest and impress his mate, his chosen alpha. His brain was fuzzy and he couldn’t think properly. His speakers kept letting out little staticky whine-like noises instead. He was ready for you.