Northstar Vale jump around in froggy style

Saena sprang back nearly as quickly as Dragon found his feet—that was simply their nature. Wolves were curious little buggers, but they were also very quick, and it proved true here. Dragon took on the aspect of a porcupine as his hackles shifted and pricked and he bared his teeth, and Saena was quick to follow, but hers was a threat display whereas his was, presumably, a fear display. She pressed her lips tight and peeled them back over yellowing canines and took a menacing step forward, with hackles flared and body stiff. Whether it was because of her display or because he remembered himself, Dragon backed down quickly. Saena was slower to relax—her hackles drifted downward and she sheathed her teeth, but her face remained firm and unimpressed.

She was the leader. If she wanted to mount him and piss on his balls from behind, she had the right to do that. Saena was not the kind of wolf to tote around her leadership like a banner above her head, and thought of those wolves as terribly arrogant, but she would do it if she had to. That was what her face suggested.

His explanation made enough sense that she backed down, though. "That's ridiculous," she chided him. She was, of course, jumping to conclusions as she always did. Saena truly knew very little about Dragon's past and upbringing, and found his violent response rather inappropriate. She didn't know the whole story, though, so could she really be blamed for that? "We're pack. Why would you even think such a thing?" She'd wanted to play, but maybe, she thought, Dragon had a stick stuffed so far up his tight asshole that it poked his stomach and made him crabby.