Wapun Meadow You're my discretional sin

They were both looking at him now, the redder she-wolf seeming a tad warier than her companion (perhaps her sister?). But he barely took notice of this. All of Tambourine's attention was squarely focused on the grayer of the two, whose scent made him dizzy with need.

When she called out to him playfully, he took that as an invitation to come even closer. He hopped forward to sniff noses with her, tail waving faster now as whimpers began pouring from his muzzle. "Hey," he belatedly replied, realizing he had yet to say a word, "I'm Tam. Do y'wanna—?" This time, he unwittingly unleashed his best bedroom eyes on her.