praying for love in a lap-dance

Touche. He answered with a small shrug of his shoulder, never wiping the smug smile off his muzzle as he did so. He had been looking, even before she launched her first attack. By nature, and habit, Finn was always looking. Maybe because of the intoxicating hormone coctail in his system or because he found a strange adrenaline rush pumping through him every time he made a girl swoon off her feet.

It was an addicting and destructive hobby, which had grown part of the never-sober Plateu wolf. Alright-y we'll save the buns for another occassion. he snorted with an amused look in his eyes, she was by far the most interesting wolf outside the Plateu he'd ever met.

where to? he asked then, lifting his eyes to meet her face for a second. She was the host, who also happened to know the location of the rabbits so it was only natural to let her take the lead.