Arrow Lake everybody come hang

WARNING: suggestive themes

Peaches, huh? Alexandre let out a huff at the nickname and perked his ears, weaving around the massive wolf. Appraising him, keeping his posture loose and slinky, like a cat's. It'd been a while since he had been with someone this large - he'd be able to take him, of course, but it might not be the easiest thing in the world.

"I bet that's what you call all the pretty wolves that come around your neck of the woods," he rumbled, flicking his gaze momentarily to the yellow eyes glinting in the shadows. It wasn't a bad thing that Tahoe was here, but he did have to wonder what his companion might think of him after this. 

Clearing his throat, the marbled man walked back in front of the striped wolfdog, looking up to meet his eyes. "You smell like you've got a pack around here, Ky," he drawled, tipping his head to the side. "Big guy like you? You've gotta have a high rank." Maybe even the leader, from how he postured himself. Though that tail might be from dog heritage, rather than dominance. "You lookin' for new members?" It was a bold question, but... well, he was a bold guy.