“I guess that’s not entirely impossible to believe,” I mused. “Maybe he knew he was going to meet his mate soon and didn’t want to share a bed with her.”
The wolf scowled, but nodded again.
“You don’t approve of human-Rocco not wanting me to share a bed with him?” I asked the wolf.
He nodded violently.
“You really don’t approve of human-Rocco not wanting me to share a bed with him.”
He nodded again, even more violently.
“Wow. Okay, then. I guess it’s good to know that your human’s not going to try to jump me or hump me or anything.”
The wolf’s scowl deepened.
“It’s fine, buddy. I’d be shitty in a relationship anyway. I’m sure your human and I will be much better off as friends.” I rubbed his head in apology. Though his expression was still grumpy, he did seem to appreciate the head scratches.
“Let’s go deal with my stuff, Rocco’s clothes, and then the furniture,” I decided.
The wolf licked my leg, and we were off.