Dutch sensed another wolf nearby. He looked around, his eyes narrowed in confusion. Then, strangely, he came across a wolf. It was a female, no doubt, and an interesting one at that. She looked tough and strong, the way Dutch liked his girls. He chuckled at his own joke, bringing a hand up to mess with his hair. He didn't have much - he lost it in fights - but what was left was still fun to play with.
"Who are you, my pretty?" Dutch rumbled loudly enough for the female to hopfully hear. He didn't look up from the ground to call to the female. He assumed she was listening to him. Grinning from ear to ear, Dutch gave out a sigh. "I don't like my playtoys late," He replied curtly, an obvious whine deep in his voice. This female better hurry up for his words were true; he didn't like his females late. He wanted them now, right on time to have a slice of Dutch, the best slice of all.
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