Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

He was officially not enjoying this interaction any longer, and any sort of arousal he had worked up--and there had definitely been quite a lot--had diminished. But he wasn't angry, and he couldn't deny the fact that he still wanted to be around the black and white wolf, even with his assumptions. His very true assumptions. 

"There is no one. And I don't need t' feel wanted. Simply thought you were lookin' to get off." he wanted to glare at the wolf, but kept himself in-check, though the annoyance would be perceivable in his tone. "I should be gettin' back, anyway. Late."