Wapun Meadow You're my discretional sin

His chafed loins quit their bitching when he came across quite the vision: two young, spry she-wolves frolicking in the snow. The instant Tambourine spotted them, the grayer of the two seemed to notice him too. They locked eyes and he wagged his tail and whined. Would she invite him on a cat-and-mouse chase like—oh, shoot, he couldn't even remember her name!

Slowly, he crept toward the pair, his body language declaring him a friendly dude who meant them no harm. As he came closer, he thought he recognized the gray female. But when that delicious scent wafted directly from her, it wiped out Tambourine's upstairs brain entirely. He licked his lips, unaware that he was totally making puppy eyes at her.