[It's as if their shared elation keeps weaving and feeding into each other. She has considerable trouble calming down, and he's subject to endure her continuous nudging, licking, and partial eager jumps toward him for a few minutes more. She doesn't reject her instincts, and even further, she doesn't reject what she's feeling. What and who she is aside, she's plainly and unquestionably simple, and rarely gives cause for doubt about how she is feeling. Humans are better at remaining steady through their happiness at times, but wolves don't care to. Gods don't care to, either. In some ways, her being the first existence, she's likely the most primal, even for all her gentleness.
Soon enough, they're sitting and crouched in the snow again, and she's tilting her face in interest, watching him spell out his name. The meaning, and how it's as if it holds hands with her own, hits her instantaneously, and—oh, boy, hopefully he won't end up regretting this exchange of names in its entirety, because she has no qualms about clambering over him to dote him with intent affection once more. Her chin rubbing on his head, more thankful, glad laps, she practically bullies him with the weight of herself. Pushing with chest and shoulders to knock him over, until she's kind of... draped over him, groaning conversationally, tickling him with tenderly-pressing teeth. It's a combination of her love and enthusiasm, and blanketing him from the freeze, and playing with him to warm him up again.
Her four legs hanging off either side of him, she settles her jaw on his cheek, like some still breathing wolf's skin, and sighs in content. Though her tail hasn't stopped and shows no signs of doings so soon. Her heart only means well, even if she can be a pest about things. ]
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Soon enough, they're sitting and crouched in the snow again, and she's tilting her face in interest, watching him spell out his name. The meaning, and how it's as if it holds hands with her own, hits her instantaneously, and—oh, boy, hopefully he won't end up regretting this exchange of names in its entirety, because she has no qualms about clambering over him to dote him with intent affection once more. Her chin rubbing on his head, more thankful, glad laps, she practically bullies him with the weight of herself. Pushing with chest and shoulders to knock him over, until she's kind of... draped over him, groaning conversationally, tickling him with tenderly-pressing teeth. It's a combination of her love and enthusiasm, and blanketing him from the freeze, and playing with him to warm him up again.
Her four legs hanging off either side of him, she settles her jaw on his cheek, like some still breathing wolf's skin, and sighs in content. Though her tail hasn't stopped and shows no signs of doings so soon. Her heart only means well, even if she can be a pest about things. ]