There was a wolf who sat and stared out at the water, seemingly expressionless, seemingly without movement, were it not for the timed interval of paws flexing. Was it sad? Was it happy? Did it think about food, or daydream about marshmellows?

He stood from afar, watching for a moment, before he made up his mind. Fluffing his fur out like a bird before preening, he huffed a gulp of air to inflate his chest, and strode out, feeling rather like a knight in shining armor. He scented the stranger's gender as he neared. Then he sat next to it, quietly and contemplatively for a few moments.

"Wanna play? We can practice mating. I'll show you how it's done.", he wagged his tail to show how good-natured and undangerous he was. He noted the other's general appearance. "You look just like me. So our babies would look just like you and me. Did you know that?", of course, he knew none of the other's thoughts. He only knew of his own. Mating was said to be fun, and though he'd never done it before, he didn't see why he shouldn't be able to practice. To him, it was no sacred act, just a thing to do, like leap frog, a conversation, or nap time.