Oh yes, there was something poking a part of him that DESPERATELY wanted to poke her.  If wolves could blush, he would have been red as a tomato at that moment as she kneeled by him.  Instead his eyes went wide as saucers as his ears layed back.  Her smell...  He gave a soft keen and unable to help himself, leaned forewards to give her face wolf kisses, his tongue laving over her skin.  She tasted so good...