Blacktail Deer Plateau beguiling

Having succeeded in snatching the fox away from his woman, Grayday gave into the silly urge to kill-shake it a time or two. The rouge fur tickled his nose and caused him to sneeze, at which point he abandoned the kill atop the proffered bone and moved to stand over his real prize.

"Too late," he said flippantly, leaning down to test the scents along her chest and belly, wondering what she'd been up to since he'd last seen her. Inadvertantly (ostensibly), his wagging tail caught her nose or ear a time or two, but the male didn't seem to notice - or, at least, did not care enough to stop. If one were able to see his face, they might deduce that he was doing it on purpose. (Perhaps a glimpse at his expression was not particularly necessary.)

One thickly-furred ear swivelled toward her as she asked about his day. The male took a moment to look back on what he'd accomplished that day, only to realize that... well. This was about it. "I've just been chewing on this bone," said Grayday. That, and hiding from his children. It was a ritual he tried to observe for a few hours every week, at the very least. "We can go do something useful, if you want," he added, backing off a bit when he realized how very domineering and intrusive his position was.