Iktome Plains you mean like all the cool kids with their leather jackets and their pickles.

Poe adopted his playfully serious demeanor flawlessly, glancing backward at her own rump with so much uncertainty, you would think she had never sat down in all her life. Dash's breath rushed out in a snort of amusement. As she adjusted her stance, he squinted at her with the most somber and judgemental expression he could summon, doing everything he could to fight back the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

Poe's fiery gaze resettled upon the seawolf as she requested his feedback, and Dash finally allowed his grin to break through. "Absolutely not," he answered her, "Not nearly enough. You are by far the prettiest sitter I've ever laid eyes on. It's a wonder your pack doesn't have you sitting-on-your-ass all day. You're a natural." A playfully wicked gleam sparked in his eyes as he delivered the expertly-crafted backhanded compliment.