The Sunspire And the gigolos run like spiders when he comes

In contrast to Seabreeze, Goldy was actively seeking her every now and then. She was the first and only wolf he wanted to see. He simply couldn't stay away from her magnetic field, drawing him in and in and in and - oh look there she was... Well shoot there she was! In a desperate attempt to look decent (totally not because of his nervousness) his paw went up and down across his mane, smoothing it like it wasn't complete perfection already.

He waved his tail to return her greeting. Yours? Never. He chuckled to himself. His bright eyes landed upon the wound on her face, though he was trying not to look too much. Open wounds somehow worked on his gag-reflex, but it seemed rude to call the gash ghastly. Besides, didn't he like warrior women? and she was his goddess! Where have you been? He asked, truly interested for a chance, though the question that was first hovering about in his thoughts was left unsaid; "What the hell has been keeping you from spending time with me?"