Stone Circle Come and meet the babies

She hadn't understood ma's call, only that she liked the note as much as every other, and Clary tipped her head to wobble a mimicry - or the closest she could get. Her own voice pitched  high next to hers in something more of a babble, nothing like the trained and lofty croon of her ma. But this couldn't dampen the girl, and her little tail waggled to shake her entire rump at her accomplishment, and she bounced up to boop her ma's chin with a flash of her tongue before she tore off to play.

But an unfamiliar shape cut through her usual path, and, with pricked ears, Clary flopped her head with a quizzical tilt. Two shapes. Her fuzzy eyesight had at first missed the boy ( @Burr ), but now her focus honed in on the crouching one. Something about him made her unhappy - like Steph, when she had been afraid. A little whine pressed through her throat and without really thinking much beyond this, Clary set armed herself with a goofy smile and struck toward him at a prancing wobble. "Ba!" she let out a happy and wolfish noise, something of a greeting to announce herself to him, and lowered her torso with a playful bow.