Otter Creek the art of the fox

The shewolf was not giving into his game too easily - rather she seemed disinterested, uncomfortable perhaps and trying to deflect his advances with questions. Jaws was not easily deterred however, especially when she was not actively rebuking him which lead him to believe she could be convinced to play rather than talk.

"Mine are rather nice, don't you think?" the coywolf replied with a punctuating click of his teeth as he turned his head from side to side to offer her a view. "But enough of that" he quickly added, leaning in so that his muzzle was next to her ear. "How about I show you something else of mine that you would like better?"