Larksong Grotto At It Again

Charley watched the silvery female stumble over what were attempts at words, his but eventually she succumbed and dug into the rabbit. Victoriously, he placed his messy frame beside her in a tall and proud sit, scanning the landscape around them for anyone or thing.
It didn't last long, though, for halfway through it she was nudging it his was. The look, he resisted. Even her smile was ignorable, at least when it was for her own good that he'd planned to say no.
But her touch, like the first, set his fur aflame. It was, truly, addicting. It did to him what his pet names did to her, though neither of them knew it. Her last few words pushed home, and he wondered if she would accept him coming around more often. Couldn't let another male move in, after all.
What?
Yes, there was no denying that thought. He wanted her, and he wanted her to himself: alas, he knew too little of her to really decide if they would truly be good together. From here on out, however, he would make it increasingly clear that he was courting her.
"If you insist, I suppose I'll take a bite or two. Not that it's gonna fill me."
Charley did as he said, only taking a bite or two of some fatty places, and pulled out a bone to crunch on before turning his back to it.
"You have to finish it. I have more reserves to hold me off in all this fluff."
It was a lie, of course, for he would slim down just as fast as she did, and needed more than just a rabbit to fill him. However, he saw no sense in taking a decent belly full from a smaller female like her to only make a massive wolf like himself hungrier. Better to keep his belly full of water.