Silvertip Mountain He'll Be Coming Down The Mountain

Last from me

The male stepped backwards two paces back from the snarling female. He really hit a nerve this time. A big nerve. He was really peaking his interest. Did something happen to this fine woman to make her deny all acts of compassion?

He pouted at her. "Now, I know you don't feel that way about me. Or otherwise, you would have left me." Really, he was just pushing his luck. Really, really far. He should have stopped while he was ahead. But the new Casanova of a wolf was not one to back down from approaching a female in such a way.

"Casanova, eh?" He played that word over and over in his head. What an interesting name. "I think I'll take up that name. Until I get my actual name" he said. It had a nice ring to it. "Of course, you can call me whatever you want." Hit tail too flicked, but for a different reason. In excitement, his tongue lolling out for a few mere seconds. "I am happy with any name you give me, dear." Just hearing any name given to him by her would make him happy, as long as she acknowledged him.

He sat on his haunches, his forelegs slowly sliding out forwards into a lying down position. And just like that, his eyes closed and his deep breaths came out like long sighs as he fell asleep.