Lake Rodney visions of ecstasy

He dared.

Oh, how he dared.

His stride lengthened the moment she responded to his challenge with an arch of her own tail, drawing him nearer. Nostrils flared to breathe deep the scent of her, a divine aroma that lured him closer like a moth to flame. 

She was a delightful thing, and it was with a low rumbling in his chest that Dacio made to veer around her in a loose ring to better look upon her moon-kissed figure. Although this encounter with a she-wolf was like nothing he'd ever experienced, the young Klikalida had grown up with two sisters - he maintained a distance for now, fully aware of how the strike of some females could be comparable to that of a snake.

Dacio rounded to the wolfess' flank and, reaching out tentatively, sought to "boop" her thigh with his nose to test how close she would allow him.