Overture Downs you always have to pretend to be nicer

Would you like to maybe spree this one out so we don't have to be so vague in our future threads. Also... totally had no idea he didn't speak the common tongue. This will be interesting. :]

She diverted her gaze to make the choice easier for him. Her rock was somewhat cozy and considerably warmer and dryer than out there... which was all the more colder for the drizzle and the dreary weather that currently plagued the earth. She plucked off a twig that had somehow managed to find its way atop her foot and glanced briefly at the wolf as he joined her beneath the outcrop of stone.

He invaded her personal space, nosing through her furs in a way that caused her lips to curl with a low, guttural warning growl. "Too close," she warned verbally, as if her instinctual sounds were not enough. She'd invited him to share the rock, not put his teeth to close to her vital areas even if it was just to sniff.