Phoenix Maplewood a squirrel and dessert

He was smitten. Rhett tilted his muzzle down. He saw through the excuses, and his expression made it clear that he did. "Uh huh." Then he levelled his muzzle again, and silently stared at the younger male at length, before offering another comment. "Perhaps I will join you guys then." Rhett quartered away from the other wolf, taking several steps. "And take her for myself." He glanced back at Oliver, over his shoulder. Though he was intentionally fishing for a response he was not entirely joking.