Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

It seemed, as she whirled about and lashed at him with her tail, that Raptor had succeeded in burrowing under her skin. She missed without him having to move, the wispiest of hairs at the tip of her tail just grazing the dark leather of his nose. He took the chance that was given to him to openly stare at her ass. He had been born and raised an opportunist, after all.

"Just stay where yer to for a while, eh?" The sable wolf let his long tongue loll from the side of his muzzle, and he cocked his head and widened his unblinking, staring eyes. This exaggerated expression was not at all necessary for him to indulge in his activity, he simply wanted to give Sandpiper something worth seeing if she turned around again to look at him.

She may not have had much for an ass, but Raptor did not have much for preferences either. He was a precocious yearling with nothing to lose and who had a particular and sometime aggravating knack for having his fun in almost any situation. Unfortunately, it was often at someone else's expense.