Firefly Glen Come, come to your brother (thou shalt not die)

This wolf had something up his rear. A stick most likely. But he would not get the attention of the women his eyes kept flitting too, if he didn't loosen up a touch. Just a touch really. Alaric knew he was being annoying, but he didn't rightly care. If it made this wolf step out of his comfort zone and maybe have a wife at the end of it. Well then it was worth it.

Glaukos. I still like smalls, but the name suits you. Strong. Full bodied.

Alaric's gaze went out to the females. The white Sialuk, or the creamy one that had been the first to arrive. The deer dancer. Which one takes your fancy? I can be your wing man? yea Help you out little, cause no offense, but you're a bit. Umm stiff.

Alaric had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at his own bawdy humor. It wasn't true obviously this one was the epitome of control, but Alaric bet you get the right woman, and he seemed to be liking the women. He'd come undone and unwravel and would make a lovely lover.