I'll Be The Devil, You'll Be The Sinner

Woof Alacrosse would look up curiously when he would stop running, looking over his shoulder as the other male called to him. "Canna- what?" He would ask, Australian accent holding confusion in it. He would trot over to Drago and his bag of goodies, sniffing the stack eagerly. "Mmm, what's that, mate?" He would ask in a curious tone, tail wagging slowly at his flanks. It had an enticing smell- nothing like Woof had ever smelled before in his life. He suddenly grew eager for what it might taste like- for maybe it tasted just as perfect as it smelled. "Say, mind sharing some with me, mate?" He would ask curiously, looking at Drago with a smile.