Sequoia Coast Let's Burn All The Bridges

Franklin trembled as he felt her hot breath on him. What would it do first? Rip his leg off, maybe. Or maybe the wolf would just pick him up and shake him until he couldn't see anymore. The seconds ticked by, each way he thought the wolf would finish him off worse than the last. Instead, though, she just... spoke. There was no more growling, or more pain (not more than there already was, anyways), and certainly no murderous head-shaking-with-him-in-her-mouth-ing. His eyes opened, the wheels in his mind clearly turning as he looked at the strange wolf. She was asking him to roll over? What was she, some kind of sick sadist??

Then everything sort of clicked, sort of. "Wait a minute," he looked her over, still waiting for her to do something murderer-y. "You're not here to, uh, you know," his tongue licked at his whiskers. "Do the whole, murderous dog head shaking thing?" Frank's ears flattened. "I mean, uh, if not, g-great! I don't really want to..." his voice trailed off as he imagined the girl violently shaking his helpless body. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and instead of going on, finally just rolled over. "If, uh, if you are, just, you know. Do it, okay?"