Firefly Ravine We'll never let you go

Dante giggled slightly, fond of the man's open behavior. Though he may've already been captivated by another, the boy was hardly one to turn down a casual flirt here and there. There was nothing wrong- to Dante at least- with some cheeky fun between friends, so long as nothing got too serious. 

The young wolf watched, impressed, as the man quickly siezed a frog, wincing slightly at the ear-splitting cry the thing wailed as it's breath left it. He offered a bright smile to the other man as the catch was deposited at the boy's toes, his head lowereing to prod at the thing before taking it in his jaws. Dante had been getting so many kind gifts from his packmates, surely he would grow plump and lazy if he continued on this way. Fanks, he mumbled around the frog, his eyes pressing together in an odd sort of smile before he adressed the other once again. I ca' catch sumfinf for you f'you 'ant he attempted inelegantly, chuckling a bit at himself afterwards.