She had rather harsh and cold words in response to his alluring request. He gave a small snort as he looked at her. "It matters to me darling." He would state simply as his tail swept past the ground and he stood. He grazed the ground around her by circling around her on his paws but giving her enough room to move around. Perhaps a few feet radius about her. He would speak again. "What would such a beautiful girl be doing out here by herself? Where is your boyfriend." He knew how these things went. The pretty ones were always taken which was why he constantly had to take the pretty ones by force. But where was her brute or was she one of those sickening feminists wolves who was so instant to remain such a lonely virgin for the rest of her days?
