[Gluttonous thing, she practically flops over at this sudden attention, pleased to be awarded with it. She's a pain, too, wiggling nearer to implore for more, pawing his wrist if he slows or seems he's changed his mind. Before long she goes into a stretch, then stands to circle him, to do as wolves do and slip her cheek against arm, or temple, rub her chin on his head, nip his hair. Packs do it to accept others as their own; she does it, because she's a Mother who accepts everyone as her own, and she's not human, not born a wolf (or at all, not in the biological sense) either, but she's been in this body for so long, that she gives into its instinctual demands. Lets it translate what she wants or is trying to convey to the best of its undomesticated ability.
And, no, she can't tell him that she isn't new exactly. Originally, she had been one of the first to awaken. It's a mystery to her why she lost her strength, although, given that she's only fragments of what she used to be, she'd chalk it up to a lack of sustainable faith. There are many nice people, though, is what she'd like to say, if she could, but can't, when she plunks down to sit beside him, blowing air out of her nose, her ears pricked. Some are a bit stubborn, but if he's patient, they'll warm up to him.]
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And, no, she can't tell him that she isn't new exactly. Originally, she had been one of the first to awaken. It's a mystery to her why she lost her strength, although, given that she's only fragments of what she used to be, she'd chalk it up to a lack of sustainable faith. There are many nice people, though, is what she'd like to say, if she could, but can't, when she plunks down to sit beside him, blowing air out of her nose, her ears pricked. Some are a bit stubborn, but if he's patient, they'll warm up to him.]