Now, if you're in an erotic novel, you just don't do that, any more than you back up in a horror movie. I was sure I was in for some hot doggy buttsecks.
It didn't happen, although there was some cold-wet-nose-in-the-cleavage action, and I'm positive wolfboy is going to get his ashes hauled later in the novel, possibly by another cute boy werewolf. But the moment reminded me of Gilda Radner's classic "Let's Talk Dirty to the Animals."
I miss Gilda.