Valley of Gold We'll sleep when the morning comes

The other wolf came closer, seemingly interested in playing. He circled Hawthron a few times then nipped at his ass while back there. He took that as flirting and grinned after jumping up in surprise. He jumped towards the other man and if able, would nip playfully at his jaw. He did smell nice; he could pick out the woman from before plus the man's own scent—they mixed nicely and in a way that made Hawthorn's clueless heart flutter.

He tried to dance away if he was able but wouldn't go far. He only wanted to put space between them so he could turn around and try to seductively brush himself along the other man's body.