Chimera Fields bear necessities

I don't think you're ready for the jelly! Minor PP permission granted!

Oh the life of a loner. To wander wherever the wind might lead. It was a drifty sort of lifestyle. Nomadic. It meant he could pretty much do whatever he wanted when he wanted as long as he stayed out of other packlands. Awesome. That meant the rest of the world was just about his and he could piss all over it with pleasure. He wanted that bush? He'd take that bush. Hell yeah. King of the bush. Living life as the whizz kid. 

He'd done that. Multiple times actually. He was an expert bush, tree, etc... pee-er. His favorite was the leg lift, spray 'em type that went everywhere. His range was excellent. Of course, it helped that in his excessive free time, he'd been practicing. 

It was at that precise moment of practicing his excellent aim that he caught the scraping and panting of a wolf nearby. His ears flicked towards the sound before he homed in on his bull's eye, emptied his bladder and decided to check it out. Lowering his leg, he gave himself a masculine sort of wiggle walk before settling into his normal pace and hunting down the commotion. 

He found her, sprawled on her back and wiggling. With a smirk, he leapt into action without thinking and pinned her. Kind of. He didn't actually touch her. He just hovered over her with his paws on either side of her hips and shoulders while putting their faces at the same end. "Wiggly little worm, aren't ya?" he asked, looking down at her. "Got fleas?"