[Not quite as quickly, and not as fully, she raises her head partly off the ground once more to look back when he asks for her name. It's always difficult to have one, and know she does, but to be limited in her ability to give it to someone. When her ears tuck down, there's a faint curve at the tips, some indication of guilt: she does, but she's sorry, she hasn't any ideas presently on how to let him know what it is.
Then, she's inching away with a sigh, moving to stand once more. She goes into a deep stretch, and for the name he offers her of his own, Henry, she lets her tail sway, sway, sway behind her hocks once she's straightened. She readjusts her position to cover him, and now flops into his lap to rest head and shoulders, hook her leg over his leg, the top of her neck curving against abdomen. Sheltering him aside, the purpose of this, even without words, is to convey she's glad to meet him.
And she slips her cheek on his leg till her head is upside down, jaw to ceiling of the crevice he's found, tips of fangs peeking out from whiskers from the pull of gravity, emitting a little, meaningless, but no less conversational groan. She hopes her physical fussing will make up for her inability to verbalize.]
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Then, she's inching away with a sigh, moving to stand once more. She goes into a deep stretch, and for the name he offers her of his own, Henry, she lets her tail sway, sway, sway behind her hocks once she's straightened. She readjusts her position to cover him, and now flops into his lap to rest head and shoulders, hook her leg over his leg, the top of her neck curving against abdomen. Sheltering him aside, the purpose of this, even without words, is to convey she's glad to meet him.
And she slips her cheek on his leg till her head is upside down, jaw to ceiling of the crevice he's found, tips of fangs peeking out from whiskers from the pull of gravity, emitting a little, meaningless, but no less conversational groan. She hopes her physical fussing will make up for her inability to verbalize.]