Haunted Wood a fork in the road

Ah, if only he'd been a little more charming. But really, he wasn't her type. None of the wolves here were. It had only taken her a week to figure that out. Maybe they did fuck regularly, but Chip hadn't seen any signs of that, and none of the wolves she'd met were particularly fuckable to her. Perhaps this was one of those "right place at the wrong time" deals. In any case, she thought she'd be better suited elsewhere.

I appreciate the offer, she replied, I really do, but you're just not my type. Not only that, but she couldn't go from zero to fucking without at least a little foreplay, and he hadn't even offered a little bit of that. With a flick of her tail, Chip began to head toward the borders and beyond, her pace confident and certainly not dawdling.