I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

Kenway hadn't expected the pivot to work, he'd expected the two smaller bears to take him down, so when by some stroke of luck the planets aligned and he was still on his feet at the end of it, it took his brain a minute to catch up with his body. He barely managed to huff out a laugh, "Hey you're pretty, an' I'm cute, we should be pretty cute t'gether," he declared with a wink. In another universe, he might have been miming a phone and mouthing 'call me', but wolves didn't know anything about that sort of thing.

His flirting was diverted by a monochrome boy of similar build yelling at him for kissing his sister. Kens tail waved high over his back and he let loose a hyena like cackle. "I can kiss yer too if yer really want, plenty ter go around..." but before he could continue his taunting the older male was on him with jaws clamping around his muzzle. The boy had a mischievous glint in his eye as he forced his jaws just wide enough to get his tongue out to lick at the back of the other wolves throat, much like a puppy trying to trigger a parents gag reflex. He'd probably end up biting his own tongue but it was a small price to pay to wreak this sort of havoc on their enemies. He raised his paws to wrap around his opponents neck in a grapple and pushed forward with his face. If he wanted Kenway's muzzle, he could choke on it.

"speech"