Silvertip Mountain Leaving you scraping at the bottom of the barrel

It felt like forever and she seemed to be thinking. What was she thinking? Was she going to respond? Had he offended her? Was she going to be mad? Could she just snuggle up to his chest again, and be done with the talking? They seemed better at physical than verbal, anyways. 

The surprise was evident on his face when she asked what a kiss was. His jaws opened to respond, but then closed without saying anything. She didn't know what a kiss was? It dawned on him then that she if she didn't even know what a kiss was, she probably didn't realize what she was doing when she snuggled up to him, either. She was obviously an innocent, and he hadn't banked on that. 

He wasn't quite sure how to explain a kiss, but he tried his best. It's basically what you did... Um, just touching your tongue to my muzzle... Sometimes- Well, sometimes when both wolves are doing it, their tongues touch each other... He trailed off. He didn't feel like he was any good at this teaching stuff. He could teach her to fight, sure, all day long. But, he wasn't confident he could explain every intimacy between two wolves.