Phoenix Maplewood a squirrel and dessert

He dipped his muzzle in thanks to the male's offer, however curious it was that he could put in a good word for someone he only just met and knew nothing about. He was friendly, trusting, and he was giving Rhett the benefit of the doubt. He could not be faulted for it, he was clearly a good wolf. But the frosted male had long ago shed his willingness to trust so easily, and had since taken a more cynical (or realistic as he would see it) outlook on things.

Rhett favored the idea of a small, fledgling pack, but unfortunately, that the pack was a sausage fest, while not a deal breaker, was none too enticing. He sniffed. "That's a drag," he commented. Like any other man, he liked his women. It only took one, though. "Who leads?"