Phoenix Maplewood a squirrel and dessert

This one was easy to please, it seemed. He was cheerful as he took his turn at the tree, moaning about how good it was when he had thoroughly licked it. Rhett snorted. The corners of his mouth lifted in amusement. "Been a while has it?" he joked. It was unknown to him if the younger male would catch his drift, but either way. Hopefully the tree had it enjoyed it as much as he did.

"Rhett," he returned and tipped his muzzle. "What can you tell me about the area, Oliver?" Tip for tap. He had shared his tree, perhaps this one could share with him some information about this place.