A Risky Gambit

As he was wont to do when there was no one around to entertain him, Hyperion was entertaining himself with a bit of exploring. This place was quite the challenge. He kept getting caught in things and if one more briar hit him in the dick he might climb a tree and cirque du soliel his way out of this godforsaken raspberry patch. It was a neat challenge and all, but he was scratched from tip to toodles and it looked like he'd gotten attacked by an obese chipmunk who'd focused on the bits he could get without too much climbing. He had scratches everywhere. The insides of his legs, his armpits, the aforementioned important bits, and if he peeked through his fur no doubt he'd find scratches in there too. Scratches or not, there was no stopping. He was committed now. Also, he was lost. So there was that.

A scratching sound gave him pause and Hyperion, ever the magnet for trouble, had to investigate. When a poke through the briars revealed the backside of a wolf he was almost disappointed. And then - and this was key - he noticed the wolf was a woman. His interest in the backside grew and he gave it a second pass.

So as not to be anymore of a creeper than he already was, Hyperion removed his gaze from the hind end, cleared his throat to alert her to his presence and then said, "Are you...are you lost too?" Feigning awkwardness, he closed his eyes hard and shook his head as though chastising himself, then fixed her with a mildly apologetic look before explaining. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just saw what you were doing and it reminded me of something I do when I feel like I'm going in circles sometimes."