[Her head tilts far to one side responsively, the way canines do when they're extremely invested in or curious about something when he brings up his home country. Then, it straightens, once he's mentioning a sun goddess, and her gaze and ears both pin on him with a kind of saturating intent.
And he speaks her name aloud as if he's always known it, and well. Well, it gets the better of her, the jubilation she feels for such recognition. She drops the front half of herself, her ears falling back too, and despite herself, a yip bursts out of her. Not a common sound for wolves, usually only reserved for warning other wolves, or brimming over excitement. It goes through her, as if it wants to erupt free, this kind of joy, and she tosses her head, and stamps her paws. Then she's racing around him, whining happily, all play.
Whoops! It dawns on her, she didn't answer properly did she... She skids to a stop, and trots back to him, her tail a ceaselessly moving flag, and taps once on the floor before him. Is she overreacting? Perhaps, but he doesn't understand that not a single person has either guessed at who she was, or come to even bother to ask her who she was when she was here last. If they earned her name, they thought nothing of it. She was ordinary to them. Back on the earth she was last, very few recognized her even then. Although, she couldn't blame them, their belief had been dampened. And it's true that they depicted her incorrectly, but it was still flattering to see how they might have imagined the Mother in the sky, a heavenly beauty.
(Only a spirit had ever seen the maiden shape of her, fair he called it, and she wondered if that was true.)]
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And he speaks her name aloud as if he's always known it, and well. Well, it gets the better of her, the jubilation she feels for such recognition. She drops the front half of herself, her ears falling back too, and despite herself, a yip bursts out of her. Not a common sound for wolves, usually only reserved for warning other wolves, or brimming over excitement. It goes through her, as if it wants to erupt free, this kind of joy, and she tosses her head, and stamps her paws. Then she's racing around him, whining happily, all play.
Whoops! It dawns on her, she didn't answer properly did she... She skids to a stop, and trots back to him, her tail a ceaselessly moving flag, and taps once on the floor before him. Is she overreacting? Perhaps, but he doesn't understand that not a single person has either guessed at who she was, or come to even bother to ask her who she was when she was here last. If they earned her name, they thought nothing of it. She was ordinary to them. Back on the earth she was last, very few recognized her even then. Although, she couldn't blame them, their belief had been dampened. And it's true that they depicted her incorrectly, but it was still flattering to see how they might have imagined the Mother in the sky, a heavenly beauty.
(Only a spirit had ever seen the maiden shape of her, fair he called it, and she wondered if that was true.)]