As you lick your lips before the lupine, you feel an odd pang of guilt. Something about the whimpering little wolf seems terribley, terribley cute and lovable. For the first time in a good while your overcome by the urge to spare someone...
Of course, this doesn't mean you have to be polite about it. After finding a nice clear embankment amongst the trees, you get comfortable in a reclining position and start to study your captive. Holding the wolf up by just one of his legs, you dangle him in front of your face as you look him over inquisitively. He's in good physical shape, has a healthy looking pelt, very well kempt. His dark hair is tied back in an unusually thick braid, with a couple of streaks of bright blues and purples showing up in his bangs. Quite odd that... some of his features are also unusually pointed, could it be that you've stumbled upon an elf blooded anthro? that would help to explain the odd colours and grooming habit.
Meh, doesn't really matter. Cute is cute, and this handsome creature looks ever so much cuter when he's swaying and flailing in your loose grasp. You flick him a couple of times with a spare digit, causing him to swing wildly. You grin and chuckle while he looks at you in horror, and tries to hold his lunch down.
Okay, maybe you should give that a rest. With a flick of the wrist the wolf is back into the stable grip of your palm, where he can settle his stomach and you can give him a proper going over.
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