Larksong Grotto At It Again

Charley was much less worried about the landscape as he was her. His ears were turned strained her way, and even as his carribean eyes scoured the bare lands he was paying full attention to the pretty female.
Pretty? No she was more than that.
What? Charley, you've finally lost it.
Again, he was more interested in her than anything, including himself, but he would not turn down her request just as he'd agreed to hunt for her. A giant wolf as him, with his wide, drumming paws, would have little hope of hunting much down without cover the bushes and grasses provided. Perhaps his dappled pelt would help him in such a brown territory? 
              "I've been better, fuller. I'm much better now though angel. How has life been treating you?"
Quick to change the subject off himself, since he found it a boring one of chasing Emory around being jealous.