Hungry Like A Wolf [Completed]

[cowardly_hero]

Character(s): Wolf and Timon
Content: Wolf treats Timon to dinner.
Setting: Haja o Que Houver
Time: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

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[cowardly_hero]

He was waving… And smiling… Very widely. Timon tilted his head slightly to the side and arched a brow Wolf as he made his approach. Was he always this excited to meet people? Geez, this guy must have been lonelier than Pumbaa. He gave a small, unsure, wave in return, considering the likelihood of outrunning this guy. Timon’s smiled nervously. He had his doubts, but if he weaved through enough people, maybe he could lose him. Wolf’s didn’t look as though he could follow him through narrow spaces or break through anything he could climb behind. His tall stature made him look as though he could possibly even be clumsy during a chase. Hm. Maybe if he started now he could-

“Hi!” Timon quickly replied, doing his best to hide his nervousness. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Hungry… Or sick. But probably hungry.” He drummed his paws against his stomach and looked up, way up, at Wolf. “You know, you're a lot taller in person.” And his smell… He had such a bizarre combination. Not quite like the hyenas, but… no, it was faint. But there was something moderately familiar among the foreign mix. Though, Timon certainly had no room to talk about odd combinations.