Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

It did not occur to him that perhaps the brown wolf could not talk. The growling bark sort of sound that the other made he took as the answer to his question. "Grrbark," he considered with a hum. Then, "ok!" — total acceptance. His tail beat merrily, unintentionally flicking against his companion as he lowered his muzzle to blow at a small clod of dirt. It responded by rolling across the ground, leaving the faintest of trails. In this, he found amusement. Simple things for simple minds they said.

He was soon distracted by the touch of teeth near his ear. He did not flinch away, instead turning his head to allow Grrbark better access. "Ahhhh," he sighed. "Thanking you! I hates a dirty coat." He settled in, eyes closed, letting the other groom him. He would return the favor of course, but to move now to do so would interrupt his own spa session.