ordinance

          The sound of someone approaching switched back his attentiveness, his ears pulling forward with interest. When the stranger emerged Leatherface stayed locked in the same place, but his muzzle strained to sniff at her from where he could, trying to acquaint himself with an abundance of excitement and curiosity that would rival that of a newborn pup. He could pick the scent of the new leader upon her coat, his muzzle parting in a smile that soon grew into a pant. It took him a moment to connect as why the scent satisfied him so much, but he then realized he was eager for form familiarity in such a foreign place.
          Wagging his tail behind him in greeting his head dipped down a degree. The question came unexpectedly, not use to being spoken directly to Leatherface frozen in his panting, but a moment later his head mimicked the shaking of his bottom. From that, there was not more for him to add, as he'd answered the question; his social skills constructed from a limited palette of understanding and experience. Things such as her name or place in the pack, or her thoughts or skills, did not come to his mind, his own information just a small thought in the back of his head and he just didn't make the connection as to why he should bring them up at this time.