Redhawk Caldera bloom to the sky

When the white shewolf threw his remark back at him, he shrugged again. "Well I wasn't then," he stated humorlessly. He had no interest in engaging in that conversation further, and would not have to, for she changed the subject to his 'habits'. Jaws furrowed his brows, fixing her with a hard unblinking stare, a straight-lined mouth, and utter silence. The coywolf had come across this mentality before and had never been able to comprehend it.

"What? OF having sex?" he sad, his tone strong and hard. "Why wouldn't I? It's pleasure. You know that yourself." Jaws twitched his ears, not bothering to go into detail about how there was generally nothing wrong with such a natural, rewarding behavior, figuring he had a better chance of convincing one of the flowers she was picking. Most seemed to condemn it outside a few special circumstances, but for Jaws it was the opposite - there was only a couple reasons not to engage.