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Almost no one heard the losing dog's final whimper. Almost.

Jay was in the crowd, trying his best to conceal the rage, the anger, and the downright heartbreak that this godawful activity brought down on him. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jacket as he hung towards the back of the crowd. No one really noticed the new face. After all, it wasn't like he'd made his presence known.

He'd cased this place out for awhile after getting wind of a dog-fighting ring while in shift. It was something no one was supposed to hear, of course, but no one expects the golden retriever. He'd continued going by the place in the shift--which thankfully wasn't desirable for a dog-fight; they were too sweet. And then, when the time was right, he'd assumed his brindle-colored boxer, was put into a crate, and then taken inside. But he escaped, and shifted back human, changing into the clothes he had nearby while the fighting was going on.

This really was a pathetic operation. It was pretty sloppy, for lack of a better word. Hell, no one had even noticed him yet. And the room was pretty cramped. Though he usually hated these tight spaces, it was going to work for him today. There wouldn't be anywhere to go but out once he enacted his plan.

He shuddered, cringing a little as his above-average hearing picked up on the final sounds of the fight above even the roars of the crowd. The sounds were really getting to him; the noise of the crowd was messing with his head, and the sounds of the fighting were making his stomach turn somersaults. He hated it. Every last bit of it. And he was going to be the lone wolf to tear this ****hole apart.

Speaking of lone wolves, Jay sneakily backed into a corner, and in the blink of an eye, he was no longer the tall, lanky blond he had been. Standing on the clothes he had been wearing only a second ago, was a large, grey wolf. Muscles coiled and tensed as he took in the smells the even keener nose of the wolf picked up. He could smell the blood in the pit below. The sweat dripping off of the spectators.

He stayed pressed against the corner, slipping behind a crate as he waited.

Another fight started, and then the wolf emerged from his hiding place, charging the crowd and lunging for the nearest spectator.

He chuckled, shaking his head with a laugh. "No, not really!" he said as he flashed a grin. Then, he leaned in, his feet planted on the floor as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. It was more passionate than most of the others, but it wasn't forceful, and there was still a level of tenderness to it.

After a moment, he pulled back. "That's closer to the idea I had..." he murmured. Okay, he'd cracked first. But it was worth it.

He chuckled at her stealing his cheesecake; it was so much more...playful than he'd seen her the other times she'd come over. He had to admit he liked this side of her. It was adorable, to be honest. Then, he smiled, seeing the blush come across her face. That was something else he was enjoying. They were both in uncharted territory, but he was thinking he could get used to this in no time.

"Honestly, I had the dinner planned, but I didn't really get beyond that. I sort of put all my eggs in this basket, so to speak. So...I'm at a loss." He gave a slight shrug, the twinkle in his eyes saying he did have one idea...

"Yeah, it's better than any I could have made," he said with a smile. "I didn't think you were done eating yet, which is why I didn't grab you any. Can't tempt you with dessert when you aren't done with the entree~" he said with a wink. Then, he set his fork down, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and stood to his feet.

He walked back around the counter, putting a piece on a plate for her, but in his other hand, he grabbed the whole platter of cheesecake. The plate, he sat in front of her, and he set the platter between them before reclaiming his seat next to her and grabbed another slice.

He grinned when she said she may come over anyway; it made his heart do little flips in his chest. He was thrilled that this was actually working, and he was glad this would be more than just a one or two time thing.

"We'll have to see; this is a lot fancier than what I usually do, after all. Though normally, I'm by myself," he said with a slight laugh as he waited for her to finish. In the meantime, he was just enjoying the time they were spending together, talking. It was as perfect as he could have hoped for.

After a few moments, he stood up, making his way to the fridge and pulling out the cheesecake. It was pre-cut, so he just grabbed himself a slice before making his way back around to where she was.

"Even if you never use it, it'd be fun to learn, and to teach you, right?" he said with a smile. "Not that you'd need another excuse to come over, but there's that too," he added with a sly wink.

After that, they were both looking at their plates and didn't see each other blush, but Jason ate until he felt his cheeks return to normal, no longer radiating with heat. "Yeah, this is looking to be a pretty good date, and the food is pretty damn good," he repeated, still smiling.

"Would you dock points if I didn't make dessert?" he asked somewhat teasingly, though he really hadn't put thought into dessert. Though he was sure he could figure something out pretty soon.