Herbalists' Cache Dude…Don't Be a Dick

Kero leaned against the tree, putting his weight against it as he turned his head affectionately against the bark. He gently rubbed his head against its side, caressing it gently as he loosely held his attention on the other wolf. Whatever the dark male was thinking? It was perhaps best if he moved along and left a lone wolf to his random lovers.

Then he spoke, dropping an offer on the metaphorical table. Agree to fight or be pummeled to near death. Hmm. That was a hard one. "I shall think on it," he said out loud, pressing his muzzle to the tree and whispering things within the bark. He'd speak softly and then pause as if to listen before continuing. After a few minutes of debate, Kero turned his attention back to the male.

"Friendly spar it is," he said, taking one stride away from the tree. "If you win, you can fuck the tree. If I win, I keep her and you leave us to our victory fuck." Golden eyes turned towards the male as Kero's stance shifted subtly.

"You want this. You get first move."