Wolfe was there, outside the tent, looking at the dark sky.  "Such a pretty breeder," he said, his eyes flicking along her body.  "I've already talked to Xyveris.  I'll be the one that gets to breed you next.  I'm looking forward to it, too.  Maybe I'll get a few puppies out of you to continue my line within the Night Parade."  He reached beneath the loin cloth he wore, stroking himself somewhat as he looked her over, the muzzled face obviously lit with lust.  Lips curling back, the laughter sounded odd coming from that face of his.