Summer was finally here after a long, horrendous wait, and you and everyone else flocked to the beach to spend time. You set up your towel and laid down on it, relaxing for a bit before a huge wolf approaches you, casting a shadow over your body. You open one eye, looking up at the man as he stands there in nothing but a Speedo, the fabric form-fitting against his crotch. He flops his towel down next to yours, laying down on it and letting out a low, drawn-out groan.

"Well, ain't you just the prettiest thing on this whole damn beach? The view I got right now is better 'n anything the ocean could show me." He says softly, facing you as he lays there, his big body occupying most of the towel. "Name's Bruce, and it's a real pleasure to make yer acquaintance, sweetie pie. Gosh, I'm a lucky ol' doggy, gettin' to look at such a lovely li'l thing like you. Why don'tcha tell me about yerself, pup? I'd love to chat, if yer down for it." He blushes slightly, looking down at the ground. He looks embarrassed, almost like he regrets what he just said.