Lake Rodney visions of ecstasy

A curl of her lips and a flash of pearly fangs, yet her paws remained rooted to the spot. It was exactly the type of response Dacio had been hoping for, and his heart skipped a giddy little beat to accompany the satisfied swish of his dark tail.

Curiosity heightened and, feeling particularly bold in his small success, Dacio flicked his tongue fleetingly between incisors that were suddenly eager to deliver a cheeky nip on the she-wolf's flank. He refrained, however - despite temptation to test her limits, despite a strengthening desire to gather her fine hips between his forelimbs then and there, his primary wish was to respect her.

If she were to be his someday, she deserved nothing less.

Dacio, rumbling his approval of her in a low growl, instead took a brave stride forward. He made to complete his circling of the tawny wolfess, let her see the battle scars that marred his hide, before sweeping before her in a bow that could mean only one thing: an invitation for a friendly spar.