A Sheepish Wolf in the Flock

Another day, another frenzy in the dining room. It was late at night and all the fighters had come to get whatever was on the menu tonight. It was a simplistic time that all of them had appreciated, especially since it gave them a break from fighting. A time to recount the day's events with friends, and fill the tank up with food.
Across the way at the designated villain's table, Wolf was only half eating, half staring into the distance. His mind seemed elsewhere, unable to participate in the current conversation among his fellow bad blood. He couldn't put his claw on it, but he felt... something. Something warm... that he necessarily didn't hate. Strange.
After noticing their resident wise cracker was silent, the other villains turned their attention toward him.
"Hey, Earth to Wolf?" Ganondorf started as he waved his hand in front of his blank stare, which seemed to pull him back into reality. "It's rather uncharacteristic of you to keep your trap shut for once. Is anything wrong?"
Gruffly, Wolf began to dig into the meat in front of him, tearing into it to prove he was the same ruthless hunter they knew him as. "It's nothing. I don't appreciate you sticking your snout where it doesn't belong."
"You better cool your jets," Bowser warned, not about to allow that kind of attitude within his friend circle. "Or I'll make them hotter."
Wolf only grumbled and continued eating. He didn't think he made it that obvious.
"What were you ogling at anyway, fleabag?" King K. Rool asked.
"Nothing and no one, OK?" Wolf answered harshly. The Kremling king didn't take that as an answer, and instead tried to follow his gaze. On the other side of the room, he saw a table full of fighters, consisting of Amy, Rouge, Banjo, Kazooie, Meloetta, Lilac, Carol, Milla, Engineer Monkey, and a herd of Inklings. Unlucky bunch, who could he have been looking at?
An idea hatched in the crocodile's head.
"You were eyeing the wildcat Carol, weren't you?" he asked, a smirk on his lips.
A harmony of "Oooooohs" sang across the crowd of villains. Wolf sunk further in his seat. Fuck this.
"I did a team battle with her, OK!?" Wolf shot back, a growl in his voice. "And I suggest you keep that snout shut, or I'll make sure whatever those apes did to you will be done a million times over."
King K. Rool chuckled at the idle threat as he chowed down on another banana. "I can sense it on you. You would like to do more... Team Battles with Carol, wouldn't you?" And another set of "Ooooh"s were heard around the table.
Wolf grunted and sat up from his seat. This caught the attention of other fighters in the cafeteria. "I. Will. Kill you."
King K. Rool simply offered a grin, tossing a peel behind him. He was sure someone else would pick it up. "Who said we weren't gonna help?" he offered.
"Fuck this," Wolf growled as he took his plate of food and stormed out of the cafeteria, no doubt returning to his dorm room to gorge in peace.
"What's up with him?" Bowser asked, the rest of the eyes going to K. Rool.
Reaching for another banana and peeling it, the Kremling king offered a shrug.
"Mating instinct."