Phoenix Maplewood rufous

Glee drew him in like a scented lure on a fishing line. Tail low and swinging he moved forward and into the crunching of autumn leaves, chuffing a couple breaths to convey his excitement. 

Once she pulled over onto her side he approached, a dog hungry for the scent that would trigger the reaction and there it was- just the scent of decaying leaf litter was enough. He turned his head and dipped his shoulder down, and snake the rest of himself to the ground in a manner that was hardly graceful at all, and moaned softly as he shimmied his back against the ground.