Hushed Willows You were trying to wear me down, down

Another wolf, especially another she-wolf, might have found the noises the tiny tot made irresistibly endearing. But Larkspur just found them bothersome. The faint smirk disappeared, her expression shifting back to a blank slate. She took a step back as the little figure crept toward her, neck wobbling and nose wriggling. Spur looked left and right as if hoping someone might appear to rescue her. She then looked back to the pup, her own reaction not dissimilar to the one the pup had had to the taste of her own leg.

"Where is your mother?" she murmured, staying well out of reach.