Your dead end dreams don't make you smile

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For Jaws, who was experienced and had danced this dance countless times before, the female had simply been one of many. He did not have the same investment in this affair as her, neither in emotion or thought. The coywolf regarded sex as a pleasurable act and little more. For him there were no moral attachments to it, nor would he think there should be. Why deny a basic instinct, a primal need, a benign enjoyment? Of course, there had never been any consequences for Jaws. He was never left to raise pups that might spring from the tryst, nor face the ire of disapproving packmates. It did not concern him that the reason he was alone was because of that very thing; that is not where he seated his blame.

They both departed without a word. Jaws casually picked his way back toward the lake. On his route to find the female he had crossed a rabbit's warren that promised a meal. Traditional hunger now directed his paws.