Blackfeather Woods song of susannah

He did not mind that she came nearer. He had already decided that he was ok with this wolf. But when she moved in to his personal space and lowered her snout she was met with a silver-toed paw pressing its pads against the black leather of her nose. The boy was accepting of such nearness from his siblings and Cicero but no one else. The same trio were also the only ones he would allow to touch him.

"No thanks." He said, lightly and dismissively patting the bridge of her nose with his paw before he stepped back and neatly planted it on the cavern floor. He was not quite sure what she wanted with her gesture but it did not matter. He would have declined anyway.

"You are not talking much," he observed as he turned to head toward the tunnel.