Gyrfalcon's Keep Night & morning with my tears

The other acknowledges her presence in a similar way. A few steps forward. Hesitant. His tail moves slightly, in the same way as hers, and doesn’t say anything either. Qilaq’s features soften and her posture becomes loose when she realizes he’s not going to hurt her. He does not bare the coat of the wolf that she’d been so afraid of once, a wolf she barely remembers anyway but has come to hold a fear for anyway. Her dark tail swishes back and forth a few times and she inches closer, shortening the distance between them.
 
She stands there awkwardly for several seconds, looking him over, before she smiles and takes the last few strides to greet him. Her back arches a little so that her tail sweeps the ground, lifting her nose to bump at his chin and lick him affectionately—as a friend might when they’ve been apart for months—and she closes her eyes, enjoying the sudden closeness of another.