Blackfoot Forest And it comes with a shove

She touched his side once more, and once more he wished the feeling lingered. He was having a hard time playing the charmer, the witty banter that normally came forth when he was tangled up with others was cast aside entirely. She barely spoke, her lack of words only amplified his feelings of stupidity if he even tried some suave coo. Another low sigh escaped as she looked around. He struggled to articulate any words to try and get her to divulge something that would let him express his own thoughts. I thought this'd be a great place to get you alone, a dark, creepy, fox ridden wood at night. No no, I swear I'm not a serial killer. He snorted a small laugh at his own thoughts, his eyes once more turning to the coywolf, who seemed to be offering concern about something. his attention diverted, returning to the surroundings, the fox calls had faded, he assumed they were just now used to the encroachers. A half smirk spread over his maw, his tail lifted as his head went up, his chest puffing as he spoke. Clearly they are afraid of a dashingly powerful male like myself! Closing his eyes he gave a quick shake of his head, lifting his chin. A pose of superiority clearly. Stopping he looked back at the female the smile still smeared over his features. Once again he suddenly felt incredibly stupid in front of this small red half-wolf. Why? Speech thoughts