Sleepy Fox Hollow mental cabaret

as the second, less flighty she-wolf returned her attention to the warhound, he found his cautious approach to be unfounded. this was not some bird who would flit away at the slightest disturbance. this was a queen, whose kingdom was inside her head first and everywhere else second. unsure yet if he could enjoy himself with such an audacious siren, stigmata came within a tail-length of her and extended his muzzle at a tactful angle should she prove more mouthy than verbose. it was a move to test his boundaries as much as it was to gauge her interest, as he was quite clearly interested in her.

"it would be a mistake for me not to," he replied, tail raising and wagging steadily.