Northstar Vale jump around in froggy style

Oh, she was not happy, and she scolded him for his reasoning. Dragon, who had already offered his apologies and kept himself lowered in deference, now grinned stupidly at her, his tail thumping the ground. For there was a twisted part of the corsair that enjoyed getting into trouble, and thrived on such attentions. There was some thrill in flirting with another wolf's limits, and seeing how far he could go, in seeing the rise of fur and the baring of teeth. In that way he was a wolf of peculiar contrast; the rational survivor, and the reckless antagonist. Of course, he had not meant to provoke her this time, but he rolled with it.

"Where I'm from," he started, as he sank into the snow, scuffing himself along the ground as he kicked and pulled himself toward her. "Everyone was starving, and sometimes looked at you as the next meal." Close to her now, beneath her thin muzzle, he lifted a paw and... playfully, rascally... shoved it into the side of her face. In the same motion he twisted to fully onto his back, exposing his white belly and flicking is tongue out as if to lick her... you know, if he could reach. But he couldn't.