[She has the honesty of all animals, and once he gets to petting, she sits heavy and relishing. All made known through her helpless groaning. How can something like this not go straight to melting muscle? She yawns, the kind that pins ears back, in effort to shake off a seeping laziness, brought on by wanting to indulge. Then, she's up again, lumbering pace to the opening of their little shelter to look out onto the landscape and distance.
Everything seems authentic, her nose idly twitches, her ears pan in curiosity. A swipe of her tongue to one side of her whiskers, and she's turning back to him, tail swishing to carry warmth and comfort to him once more. She fusses over his hair, borderline aggressive but never crossing into anything harmful (wolves are simply bad with limitations, even her; he probably knows this). She doesn't need anything. Conversation and company is plenty. He can share a snack with her one day, if it suits him. She's appreciative of shared time alone.
In moments, he's got her nudging, and nestling, and pressing her weight against his shoulders. Rubbing her face against his hair or temple. Pestering and urgent and a little impatient in her persistence to transfer some of her regulated body temperature to him. She absolutely intends to bully him out of this hole shortly. So, she's a little more relentless than when she started, practically clambering on him, touching tips of teeth without threat to his shoulder or his cheek, as if gently inciting him to wrestle. It's one way to bring in the concept of more movement.
With her open-mouth, she whimper-groans at him in play, and gnaws above his elbow, pawing him, then tugging the fabric of his coat with soft growls.]
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Everything seems authentic, her nose idly twitches, her ears pan in curiosity. A swipe of her tongue to one side of her whiskers, and she's turning back to him, tail swishing to carry warmth and comfort to him once more. She fusses over his hair, borderline aggressive but never crossing into anything harmful (wolves are simply bad with limitations, even her; he probably knows this). She doesn't need anything. Conversation and company is plenty. He can share a snack with her one day, if it suits him. She's appreciative of shared time alone.
In moments, he's got her nudging, and nestling, and pressing her weight against his shoulders. Rubbing her face against his hair or temple. Pestering and urgent and a little impatient in her persistence to transfer some of her regulated body temperature to him. She absolutely intends to bully him out of this hole shortly. So, she's a little more relentless than when she started, practically clambering on him, touching tips of teeth without threat to his shoulder or his cheek, as if gently inciting him to wrestle. It's one way to bring in the concept of more movement.
With her open-mouth, she whimper-groans at him in play, and gnaws above his elbow, pawing him, then tugging the fabric of his coat with soft growls.]