[She's resistant at first, stiffening, prideful and stubborn thing unused to being maneuvered, but in a couple of seconds—after being lowered, spying the chair—she catches on, and does squish herself under it. But… wolves aren't small animals, and she's certainly cramped, and her tail floats vertically behind her. She's pressing her weight to the floor to keep what she can of what sticks out hunkered down.
A close-mouthed whining-groan is emitted from her in response, and she leans her neck out toward offered steak, ears tipped backward in signature telling of a canine expressing gentleness. She had been all prickled, ready to TUSSLE him for steak if she had to, but here he is, holding it out to her. The least she can do is meet him with understanding.
So it is that her jaws come open with slow carefulness, and she sets her teeth on it, but doesn't pull, her amber eyes glue on him, waiting for indication that it's all right to slip free of his grasp. This is something, because she's been greedily snatching just about anything else for a minimum of twenty minutes. If you ask her, there's plenty food to go around.]
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A close-mouthed whining-groan is emitted from her in response, and she leans her neck out toward offered steak, ears tipped backward in signature telling of a canine expressing gentleness. She had been all prickled, ready to TUSSLE him for steak if she had to, but here he is, holding it out to her. The least she can do is meet him with understanding.
So it is that her jaws come open with slow carefulness, and she sets her teeth on it, but doesn't pull, her amber eyes glue on him, waiting for indication that it's all right to slip free of his grasp. This is something, because she's been greedily snatching just about anything else for a minimum of twenty minutes. If you ask her, there's plenty food to go around.]