Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

relmyna did not want to answer, but the inviting tone of the boy soothed her despite herself. and so she inched out from where she was half hidden, head dropped below her sharp-boned shoulders, tailtip moving gently at her heels — she wished for him not to see her as a threat, despite the ugly scarring of her muzzle. the tyro hoped it was not visible, not yet. 
pinning her ears back against her skull, relmyna waited to see what the young wolf would do, or say.