Dragoncrest Cliffs if i tell my bones they're a cage

He came forward— a little stiff, a little uncertain— but he came, seemingly despite himself. The tawny fae wiggled her backside, making small chuffs as she hoped to both physically and vocally encourage his advance. He seemed complacent to let her lead them, but Pipit, as spirited as she could be, had no large desire to be anyone's superior. Her ears tucked neatly against her head, and she spun to him, darting forward in predatory swiftness, seeking only to graze against the stern body of the steely wolf with her very slight frame. 

She wanted him to get comfortable with the feel of her, and as she flitted away like a playful hummingbird, it became clear as well that she wanted to be chased.