Standing on the Rooftops

Another look. This one was a considering expression. She was a physical creature, sure, but she was also one who understood words more than her pack-mates (generally). She could learn and did so now, nodding in acceptance of his explanation. Kroc knew she was not a fool but also did not know everything. If this one, Arverk, was knowledgeable of something that she was not, she was not going to be nasty to him for correcting her. He had been respectful about it, after all. 

They split as he listened to her instruction and she moved forward to look for the other exit, if there was one. Large paws carried her carefully, mindful of the slippery surface. This was not going to be a location she visited often. He rejoined her and an ear flickered to acknowledge the action, quiet for the moment as she was intent on her task.