Hideaway Strath If it wasn't for bad luck...

He both expects and doesn’t expect this mysterious devil of a shewolf to tease him like that. Even as he gets closer with the promise of that primal heat in his loins it doesn’t last long. They lock eyes and her lips curl to reveal teeth in a bright and vibrant grin, a teasing edge to it for sure and it was at that moment he knew she wasn’t going to give him what he initially thought she wanted. She’s got that playful glare and she spins fast in place, prancing off on light, dexterous paws. Practically floating over the grass he is only slightly startled by her sudden movement and he grins back comically. 

“Oh, so you wanna play a little game huh, love?” He eyes her curiously with a half lidded gaze. “I love playing games.” He sings as he tip toes closer to her. He lets her believe he’s going to lunge back at her, but really he only fakes out the motion hoping to trick her. If it works he’d let out a loud rumble of laughter and trot back to the body to grab a bite to eat.