Sleeping Dragon the rhythm of snow

With the raccoon-masked girl's attention on his lithe frame, Hush slowed to a halt, his body contorting into a submissive position. Body language was more important to him than most other wolves, and the proper body motions towards higher ranking wolves were memorized and engrained into his and his sister's bodies since they could walk. He moved towards her, licking her chin briefly before jumping back. It might be startling or strange to some, but it was his way of respect.

At the sound of his name, the coywolfdog nodded, affirming his identity, and then wagging his tail slightly at Snacha's introduction. Names exchanged, Hush cocked his head, silently asking what Snacha wished to do.