Northstar Vale boogie woogie down with your funky feet

The loner went down and the rib bone slipped out of his mouth as easily as if she'd picked it up off the ground. Perfect. The lead female worked it in her mouth a moment, imprinting it lightly with marks from her canines, and then she spun around and dropped it for Dagfinn's entertainment. The guy was like her kid and she wanted nothing more than to present him with the toy he'd wanted from the stranger, misunderstanding that it was play he wanted and not just the bone.

There was work to do, however, and she wasted no time coming to stand obnoxiously close to Dragon. So close she could almost feel his heart beat. So close that their chests touched, and her face loomed over his with a breath of a growl. Hell, she probably brushed him with her whiskers as she suddenly whisked away to where his hindquarters rested in the snow. Without waiting for a reaction, because after all he didn't really have much of a choice unless he wanted to have a forcible sex change, she pressed her snout to the space between his legs and drew in a breath, cataloguing everything from Dragon's age to his current mood and what he'd eaten for dinner recently (smelled oceanic and disgusting), all while rumbling deep in her chest.

By now, several pack wolves had come over to see what was up, with one particularly obnoxious one making an effort to sit on Dragon's head to test his endurance.