One for the Wife

She startled easily, and he got the impression that she was up to no good, but he could not fathom what at a glance - other than her lack of appearance at his demand. As he got closer, he realised there was the fresh scent of Zee about her, and he leaned closer, looming over the shorter wolf as his whiskered twitched above her, taking in the familiar scent of his wife.

“Ah, I see you have found my lovely wife, Zee. Does that have something to do with why you did not meet me?” he asked, leaning away from her now and seating himself on his hunches. He saw no reason to further intimate the poor woman. She was already scared enough of him, and if he had need of it, he had no doubt he could catch her and flick his fangs through her scruff. No, he could be lazy and content, wondering what Zee had wanted from her.