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When the flow ebbed, he twitched his hips to shake off the last few drops and then put all four feet back on the ground before turning to inspect his handiwork. Satisfied with his calling card, he turned—and immediately clapped eyes on a she-wolf further along the beach. Interest immediately piqued, he raised his head and pricked his ears, nose wiggling as he sought her scent. Simultaneously, he scrutinized her from across the sand, a pang of disappointment hitting him when he took in her rugged looks and dense build. She wasn't very pretty or even feminine.

He didn't bother making nice with this uggo. "Hon," he began, appraising her bristled fur and frown, "don't get your panties in a twist. I'm not gonna touch you."