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He felt boneless. The sun had been boring down on him much of the morning, through the trees of the packlands and cooking the earth so the air was like a boiling frenzy. His muscles were lose and irksomely slow, but he had been searching out his mother for most of the day. She was scouting along the border, somewhere, but apparently she was simply not to be found today. He was tired of searching, and the haunch of meat in his mouth was starting to make his jaw sore.

Dropping the meat onto the ground beneath an outreaching tree, he flopped unceremoniously beside it with his legs spread to either side in the perfect picture of relaxation.

Sweetlife could imagine nothing wrong at all with wanting to look ones best, especially when he was about to appreciate the effort on another's behalf (particularly if they were a pretty little thing like the female waltzing by just then). He did his due diligence himself, of course, though also put for a concerted effort to look as if he had not done such a silly, feminine thing. He was manly, and thus scruffy – purposefully or otherwise.

His sense made him aware of the female's presences before his mind caught on to exactly what perked his interest. Lifting his head, his ears flicked one way to another before he caught sight of her walking a short distance off. The flick of her tail and tilt of her head made his lips spread and curl in a satisfied grin: it was not his mother, but this stranger was pretty to entertain him for the time being. He hauled his bulk off the ground, shaking out his coat before walking in a half circle in order to intercept her, "Excuse me," He halted within speaking distance to wait for her notice.

"Guess I'll just have to try harder to be more noticeable next time." He returned the smile readily, dropping his lids over his glittering eyes as he considered her form at this more intimate distance. Conversation was more easily conducted in close quarters, and he used his 'search' for his mother as an excuse to walk a slow circle around this female. His gaze darted around them to play the part, but mostly gave her a good once over as he moved.

"You haven't happened to see a blue female wild dog wandering around, have you?" He spoke as he walked, but stopped at her side to shoot her a roguish – and slightly sheepish – smile, "I've been looking for my mom." His tail flicked towards her gently, perhaps a little forward but unworried. She seemed friendly enough not to mind a bit of attention.