Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

     Embry watched the female as she negotiated her means of action. His sea-green orbs were bright, albeit diffident, and round as saucers. Hangry. Indeed. He blinked ceremoniously; straightening into what he believed to be a more appropriate stance.

     Feeling rather sheepish, the bloke squashed and plodded his way out of the river like the 'obediant guy' that he was. He could tell that something in this flame of a wolf was just inches from sparking, and he would try to avoid that by all means possible. 

     The honey-golden pleb waited until he was a good distance up the bank before proceeding to vigorously shake his aureate pelage. He was careful to avoid spraying his happy visitor in the process, however it was not completely within his control (cue the apologetic smile). 

     "Alright, alright. You got me." He stood at attention with dutiful solidity. "I cost you and your packmates many fish and I am sincerely sorry. What can I do to redeem myself?"