Golden Glade The edge of the land

That's perfectly alright!

A sense of unknowing seeped through the fae. She paused at the stronger wolf's words, but her need to please took over. She yipped out a response, "Perhaps I'll remember something from when I was with my sisters." 

She leapt down into a mirrored play-bow, her joyful face becoming cast over by concentration. She decided to use her small size to her advantage, nimbly leaping to the side of the other wolf and beginning to skirt around her backside. She started forwards, hoping to land a sharp nip to the back of the other wolf's legs just like she would hunting a deer.