Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

Dingo had been around the block a few times and he knew how difficult it could be for wolves to form their little family bands; he was in need of some stability himself, though he would never admit it, and as the woman explained her situation he found himself mentally inserting himself to those plants. By plants I mean to write plans but I guess Dingo was thinking pants, sorry. By admitting that she was looking for recruits, she opened herself up to Dingo as a potential target - once the pack was formed he'd be set for life! Maybe he could even charm the girl in to bed with him by showing off his (albeit limited) skills. Impress her, or something.

I could be a recruit - he cut in with a smile, fluffing himself a little bit and standing proudly - though not enough to contest that little raise of her own chin - C'mon, I've been wandering around this place for a while and I know where we can find some food. Do you like fish? There's a lake not far -- or if red meat is your thing I can show you where the deer hide. He wasn't actually that mindful of his surroundings but Dingo would stow his usual modus operandi (the sex) and put his nose to use chasing a potential future, seeing as that would make life easier for him later down the line.

What's the plan? He added, wanting her to feel in control (for now).