Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

Had he misread the situation? He thought it was pretty clear. 

He moved away from the wolf’s rump, then sat down beside him. ”Look, if yer thinkin’ I’ll be too rough, I promise I won’t.” 

He..probably would, but he would try to make it fun for both of them. 

”We don’t gotta do it at all, either. But I ain’t so good at readin’ situations. Just tell me what yer wantin’.”