Cedar Sweep If it's true

The Saint makes his rounds for patrol, as he usually does. He decides to venture further to cedar sweep. The Saints are greedy and hostile, they want as much land as they can get. So he stakes his claim over the lands anyway. Large paws thump against the slowly prospering grass, he’s so ready for spring, but he’s not looking forward to his coat shedding. He always looks wretched, especially since his coat is so dense in the colder months. 

So along his borders he goes and what does he see? A visitor. Instantly his whiskered lips are tilting up slyly. Oh, he’s bored and he’s been delivered company. How fun. The thought of terrorizing this newcomer pleases him and he finds himself drifting closer to their presence. Coingold eyes rake over their form and he attempts to sniff to catch whiff of their gender, but it seems he’s upwind. Which means they’d notice him easily. Jus dying by their looks, he suspects female, but one can never be so sure. Despite that, he takes his time meandering on over. He’s entertained just by looking at them. Their coat is absolutely stunning, a sleek midnight black that peppers into white along their shoulders. Then he sees those striking blue eyes and his smile tilts up even further. Oh, they’re a looker too. He’d have fun shooting his shot and flirting with the attractive wolf, he doesn’t care what gender they are.

So finally he’s within sight, head held comfortably high with short auds facing their direction. His smirk contorts his face handsomely as he sets golden twin orbs on the other. He’s not trying to be sneaky, he doesn’t want to spook them too much. So he chuffs you let his presence be known if they hadn’t already smelt and seen him. 

His eyes glimmer with promiscuous curiosity as he approaches. Stopping a comfortable distance away he raises a singular cream brow at them. He’s close enough to smell now and he can’t help but laugh when he realizes they’re a she-wolf. It only makes this more fun.

So finally he speaks, his voice hold an attractive base, but it’s light and casual — almost teasing. “Oh? Who do we have here? Have you come to pay the Saints a visit, darling?”