Hoshor Plains Almost had it all.

The woman called for her count, and Dingo wasted no time in watching her lift her head; he studied the way her body moved, her throat reacting to the howl that coursed through it. He probably imagined all sorts of things while Soleil was distracted (all of which would be quite lewd and graphic); and he smiled warmly enough to her when she was finished. Her comment was met with a wave of his tail and a nod - Aye!

Of all the places he could have stumbled upon, this one appeared to be right up his alley. Weird ranks aside, if everyone living in this claim was as cute and eager-to-please as this young girl, Dingo was in for a spot of fun. He deserved it! As one of the most eligible bachelors of the Wilds, he should have been roaming around and banging all the horny ladies; instead he was here, hopeful to be allowed to stick around and get some free food in the process. 

When another wolf finally came trotting up to the pair, Dingo looked to it and his eyes went wide. The woman was larger than him (which wasn't a rare sight) and her coat was composed of a mixed grey, immaculate. Her body was rugged and her expression serious. The man was not a strong believer in anything (least of all "love at first sight") but when he got a look at this well built wonder, his jaw slackened and he moved to intercept them eagerly. 

The woman spoke one word, the name of her companion, and shot him a stern look which made his heart tha-thump in his chest. There was something domineering about this silver-clad woman and out of Dingo's many kinks, Ira checked the boxes on each of them perfectly. He swept in to an enthusiastic bow and proclaimed to her, Greetings! I am Dingo of Clan Crestwood; traveller of the world, purveyor of fact as well as fiction, expert marksman -- and I'm pretty, to boot. At yer service, m'liege!

Cue the fedora-tip.