Totoka River Help me do it myself

Tilting her head curiously as the plucky foundling curled a tiny paw around her foreleg and began to groom its inky feathers, Coelacanth awaited Chusi’s response. She watched attentively as the little wolf turned her back on Szymon — an innocent, guileless act that nevertheless had seablue eyes pinning golden ones with a silent warning — and understanding bloomed immediately in those cerulean depths. Slowly and decisively, she nodded. Then she gave her response — splaying her forelegs forward to better position her hindquarters, she pointedly waved her tail.