Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

He waited in antici --




--pation for something other than a glorious finish, if you know what I mean, and was positively floored when Towhee decided she liked what he offered. That was a nice stroke to his ego; the thumping of her tail cause his ears to twist attentively to listen to the beat, and in his head Dingo imagined that it wouldn't be that far off the sound of the two of them bumpin' uglies. For now that's what he'd satisfy himself with: his imagination. At least for a little while, as he got nice and fat off of the pack's stores.

I guess whelmed is better than nothin', he commented through his panting, and licked some of the blood off of his face before it could fully dry. She seemed to do a double-take and go forth to get confirmation about his intentions. He grinned, but it was bloody and pretty gross. Yes please ma'am, er, Towhee, boss. She didn't like being called lady so she'd probably like ma'am even less, tsk tsk, he should know better. Where are we takin' these furballs? He queried hastily as a way to move the conversation along before she could get pissed.