Jensen's could help or stop the grin that lifted his lips when the wolf relaxed to the forest floor. He wasn't sure why it made him so phenomenally happy to see that he had earned the ginger's trust, at least a sliver of it. His mocha eyes trailed over the stunning creature before him, almost caressing the ginger fur the way his fingers itched to. Lulled into some sort of trance by the moonlight and those beautiful golden eyes before him, Jensen only realized and stopped him when his hand was stretched halfway out to pet the wolf.

Get a hold of yourself man, he mentally reprimanded himself, snatching his hand away. This isn't somebody's dog; there is a hot ginger bartender in there. He nearly face palmed as he realized he had used the word hot to describe another man, but then, if he was honest with himself, it did truly describe Ian. Jensen looked awkwardly around, scrambling for a distraction from his near slip. He had never lost his head like this around another creature in his life, human or otherwise. Especially not since becoming a hunter and yet here he was fumbling awkwardly like a teenager on his first date.