"Hey where do you think you're going" growls a handsome male wolf, as I slam into him he grabs my scruff just before I hit the ground. I look at him "hi I'm rusty fur" what's you're name? Asks Rusty Fur
"I'm hot... I mean your cute... I mean do you have a mate?" It comes out of my muzzle before I mean it to. "Ugh sorry" I whimper. " no problem but no I don't have a mate." He laughs.
