Meadowlark Prairie You guide me with your hands

Finally! This wolf seemed fun, like him, and talked sorta like him, too! “You like my camouflage?” Chander said, moving in a slow circle on the spot as if showing off. “Thank ya!”

’You tryin' to find a honeysweet mate?’

Chander gasped at the man’s question in mock surprise, and then he batted his eyelashes prettily at him. “Why?” he asked, his voice dropping into a sultry tone. “Are you offering?” It was a joke, of course, although Chander was sure he wouldn’t mind being with a man. It wasn’t the gender of a wolf that attracted him so much as their personality. Could they be fun, like him? Or were they boring and grumpy?