Hideaway Strath Feeling safe with your love song

The behemoth of a man is relieving himself on more trees like the stereotypical male dog he is. Skipping from tree to tree with a seemingly endless supply of pee, he comically stops in his tracks. Side pressed against a tree, one leg hiked up, and his ears swivel atop his crown at the howl that sounds through their new territory. 

He hums a barely audible “Hm.” just out of curiosity and he’s trotting over to the source of this noise. 

Upon arriving on the scene, he slows to a languid swagger. His muscles shifting beneath a horribly interesting pelt filled with miscellaneous stripes of honey, chocolate, and a ravenous black. His curled tail bobbing on his hips, not in a necessarily dominant way, but it’s just how he was born. Thick auds cup toward this long legged and beautifully dangerous looking stranger.

Instantly his maw curled with a curious smile and he comes to a halt a comfortable distance away from them. “Oh? A visitor? How may I help you, dear?” He chirps deeply, golden orbs eagerly meeting her own.