Stavanger Bay impossible germany, unlikely japan

the rangy wolf held tension in his body as he anticipated doe's reaction: would she scorn him? smite him? maybe give him a kiss?

he hoped it was the latter, but had spent enough time around the prickly lady to know the only contact he'd get from her would be the sharp barb of her tongue in the form of refute. but he was a desperate and semi-needy man, and any attention from a pretty lady would do.

his gaze picked up as he saw her tail wag - wait, wag? his expression scrunched in a form of scrutiny -- that was, until she spoke. pups -- ehhhh... he shifted his shoulders, uncomfortable with the proposition. you see, for some reason or another people frowned on eating them, and they were too young to be romantically interested in him.. and if it wasn't edible or bangable, he wasn't entirely interested.

yet the male had some semblance of sense, for he nodded quickly despite the internal dialogue brewing: he did not want to offend Doe -- and he was sure she was proud of the little (inedible) lumps she had brought into the word. he set behind her as she picked up the carcass and followed her into the den.

they were definitely pups, and he peered at each somberly. there were four that he could see, and despite having one fairly functional eye, he couldn't tell the difference between any of them. "woter their names?"