Sawtooth Spire don't squander it

The only acknowledgement to his expression of wanting her company was a grunt. As a wolf who had never had much exposure to emotions and subtle expressions of endearment or even love, Nanuk did not know how to respond to something like that, and so she took the easy route, opting to not reply at all. Even his explanation did not garner a response, merely nodding as a great, gaping yawn won over her. If he wanted time away from the brats, she's oblige. Maybe even happily (shh don't tell anyone).

Yanking him back by his tail illicited a grin from the pale, half-awake monster, in no way attempting to avoid the paw that thwacked her. "I don't eat shit." Her quip was punctuated by another yawn but she followed him now, and that was the important thing. "So what's eastward, asshole?" He was looking for something, and she wanted to know what. "And how are the mini-shitheads?"