Hideaway Strath tap the vein that bleeds

He spotted something burly and pale moving between the trees, and thought it might be another potential target for his lusty charms. They moved with purpose, whoever they were. Something appeared to surprise them because they paused - giving Dingo a moment to play catchup and close some distance - but they were roaming again, pacing through the forest. They appeared to be quite adept at navigating the forest because they were quickly passing some of the more recent claim-marks Dingo had left behind; he felt his short pelt bristle as he drew up on the stranger, although by the time he was within shouting distance the would-be borders had faded in his periphery.

Ahoy there — he called out with all the gusto he could muster, and spread a devilish grin across his face. It took as second before Dingo realized he wasn't looking at some pretty lady, but someone with some heft and size to them. Maybe they were butch like Towhee? He took a deep breath and realized at that moment it wasn't a woman at all. Just some bloke crossing too close to the grove. You lookin' for something? Dingo queried, and with a couple whips of his tail he stood defensively on the spot.