Firefly Glen a smoke and a beer go together like a piss and a fart

He could imagine himself sliding up to some hot mamas, flicking his tail coyly, his chest puffing out. Inevitably, he would open with a smooth line, followed by a casual introduction. No biggy, pretty lady, but you're staring at the hottest piece of horse steak this Great Bear Wilderness has to offer. No, he wasn't just some deer. His brow furrowed, and he snapped to attention, ears flicking back in annoyance of having his reverie interrupted, and then pinning back in absolute fear. Freezing, he could feel his nostrils flare, hot air puffing out in hefty bursts.

It had been a long time since he had seen a wolf, but he could recognize one instantly. They were overgrown canine creatures, a little bolder than coyotes, usually found in pairs, or larger groups. This one was alone, yapping at him unintelligably. He wanted to make it stop just as much as he wanted to turn tail and flee. After all, he was too young, too handsom to be eaten!

But then, all of a sudden, Skoonka remembered his day dream. He could practically smell the sweet, sickening scent of mares in estrus. What if this odd, lone wolf was preventing him from connecting with the babe of his dreams? Headstrong and full of testosterone, it did not take much to convince the bay wildie that the predator posed an imminent threat to his imaginary harem. Future harem, he reassured himself, shaking out his mane in an agitated manner. They were out there, somewhere beyond this wolf-obstacle.

With an obstinant snort, he found himself stepping back warily, his right hoof pawing at the ground. He tucked his chin to allow himself a better look at the small creature, and then stomped about, conveying his prowess. Ah, yes, the lone wolf would fear him now! She did not seem to be entirely threatening, but predators were cunning and vile creatures. While she may not want to eat him, he was almost certain that her underlying plan was to keep him from getting to the ladies. Just like Nechako.