Phoenix Maplewood you are the bubbles to my bath

Reek lost himself for a moment as he watched the pup at play. He almost felt a twinge of envy for her childlike sense of wonder and her ability to experience the world as new. No matter how hard Reek tried to retain his pup-like demeanor, the effort was futile. The bitterness of age and experience had already taken root long ago. No matter how wide he smiled or how much he joked, the damage, it was irrevocable. But, Sart, she was young, and Reek wished to preserve that childlike innocence for as long as he could and protect her from the bittering forces of the world.

But soon, once she took notice of Reek (by nearly bounding square into him), her little game drew to an abrupt close. She prostrated herself before him with a bow causing Reek to raise a wolfen brow in confusion. What would make her think she would need to bow? Especially for him? Reek refrained from asking, seeing as the coyote pup was far too young to give an appropriate answer. "You don't have to do that Sart," he mentioned before gently nudging her out of her prostrate position. "Do you want to play?" he asked with a childlike grin.