Is this the constant theme in Fox/Wolf relations?

You meet.
Exchange numbers.
He gases your head up like a helium balloon of what you want to hear.
Do the dilly dally waiting game dance dance.

And then,
after all the dust settles,
the Wolf shows he is just like every other Wolf.

God forbid you give him a little tail in between…

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