Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

Phocion had been strolling through the forest, very nonchalantly, when he came across a conversation between Steady and Niita. Heh. He watched them for a while, not caring, then he found Steady's question had to do with the young female's heat. Wait. . .what?!

Still, he dd not intrude. He liked Steady, he really did. The black wolf was much larger and stronger than him, with a greater presence. He resisted a tiny whine. He had taken a liking to Niita. Would he forever be stymied by a bigger male? He resisted a growl. Maybe he was losing his touch, his lover-boy tendencies.

God, they were talking about kissing. Before Steady could answer her query, he stepped forward, smiling blandly. "Hey, guys," he said. "How's everything going?"