𐌕𐋅𐌄 𐌃𐌄ᕓ𐌉𐌋 𐌀𐌍𐌵𐌁𐌉𐌔

The jackal slowly pulled down more and more. All he can see is the long shaft with no head in sight. "You're this lanky, yet you appear to have quite the endowment.." He looks at Wendell with a raised brow.

He's hooking his slender digits into Wendell's waistband, already starting to slightly tug down to reveal-- "You don't wear any underwear? That's utterly foolish." And somewhat enticing.

"More than see it, you oaf. I can practically see every detail from the veins to the rather engorged tip." He looks at Wendell, crossing his arms. "Perhaps a different 'hunt' is in order."

"Do you not look down only to realize that your natural size makes pants a pointless endeavor?" He almost pokes a nail into Wendell's bulge. "I practically can see the entire outline..."

Jalam would look back as if he heard the world's biggest idiot speak-- with Wendell it might not be far from a truth unspoken. "Might as well go without pants and nothing would change." Surely the mountaineer isn't that literal... right?

"... Why would I willingly let myself get dirty?" He questions the other, but his eyes are now distracted by... the lanky individual with shorts a moment away from a wardrobe malfunction. "Do you not have the means to invest in better-fitted pants? Especially when you 'hunt'?"

... "Hunting. You will have to do most of the chasing. I refuse to get dirty when I just bathed recently." Those pants Wendell wears definitely seems... ill-equipped. Shorts with... a very obvious bulge.

"... Yes yes. Likewise..." He can feel the grease from whatever meal the little mountaineer had previously. Yuck...

Does the reader want a kiss? Too bad.

"Not that I expect you to remember but..." He takes the hand and swears it was oily and... dirty. "I'm... Jalam."

" Since I have nothing better to do, I suppose I can entertain you." The jackal stopped. "What is your name. Before I forget you inevitably after this is all said and done."

"Hmmm..." The jackal would sigh in exasperation before walking past Wendell. In the meantime, his buttocks would sway side to side. He's walking slowly past him. "Fine. We'll do this 'hunting'... Or whatever you feel like."

" So... you mean to tell me you 'hunt' which implies the pursuing and killing of a mammal or target... but you omit the killing? " He cocks his head to the side. " Is that not just playing around...? "

" In other words, we're running and expending energy that can be better utilized in other ways. " He has to wonder... where does all this energy come from? The wolf is almost like a wind-up toy that never runs out. "And what happens after we 'get' it? "

"Hunting...? I cannot say I am familiar with it, but I am not going to do anything that involves me getting dirty." He took a bath earlier today. Being sweaty and having to carry such a scent is NOT on his to-do list for today. "Explain what it is first and foremost."

Blink. Blink. "I was under the impression you were to perform for me, and not use some... odd device to produce music. The sound quality hurts my ears! Shut it off! " Glaring at the individual that has managed to annoy him twice now. A third time will surely spell disaster.

" I suppose I have no issues with listening to music. However, I need to know what kind of music you plan to play and /if/ you can even play an instrument. " He's staring at the wolf intensely. He wants to know if he will be proven wrong.