Duck Lake This guy is a weightlifter but I can bench an entire continental shelf

It went without saying that although most young men were not shy about their bodies, Burr had been raised a little differently. Though Mawk was a Casanova prior to settling down with Illecebra, the man was also a gentleman when he wanted to be, and had raised his sons with a measure of modesty. As a result, Burr tended to do his business privately, not only because he was on the threshold of adolescence and was a little embarrassed about the ever-changing state of his bits but because he didn't want to shock anyone with something unsightly.

The last thing he was expecting to hear mid-piss was a compliment, so Aurelia's made him yelp and do an about-face, promptly halting his urination with an unpleasant twinge as his vision snagged on a cocoa-and-rust she-wolf.

"Wha—" the boy spluttered with his tail forming a curved bottlebrush behind him. Had he lacked fur, his entire head would have turned a bright shade of crimson. The tips of his ears burned as he hastily dropped to a sit so that she couldn't continue copping a look (which is what he assumed she was doing). "Don't watch me pee!" the boy hissed, embarrassed, and attempted to cover up his humiliation with the harshest glare he could manage. For now, his hunt for copper was forgotten.