Fox's Glade Second Decisions

Uly continues to gaze into the others eye, his own moon like gaze half lidded and unable to take his eyes away front he other. Then the raven colored wolf tells him it’s not a job for ‘good boys’. Sure he believes him when he says it’s dark. Somehow he expected some type of shady work to be done by the coy wolf. Really there’s so telling what kind of horrible things he’s done. Uncaringly but still with much consideration Uly throws his concern to the wind (only slightly).

He barks out a loud laugh, moving away from the other face as to not laugh in it. After his laugh dies down his brilliant smirk still on his face. “You think I’m a good boy?” He asks tilting his head with those big ears.

Then he comes closer, hot breath lightly bushing bast the hairs of the coys ear. “What if I told you I could be a bad boy?” He grins savagely, voice gruff with a hint of humor still in it from his previous laughing fit. The sentence could be taken as sexual but really Uly only barely skid the edge, playing more on humor just to test the waters with the other.

He pulls away then, if only slightly, and sets his face into a comfortably brutal expression. “Are you actually interested in me joking you?” He asks. “I am considering it.” He tells truthfully.