Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

he continued to speak to her, and relmyna felt her gorge rise with disgust and fear. yet she straightened somewhat, giving the boy what sound she could make: a strangled whine that came from the depths of her throat. it was not wolflike — it othered her in ways even her scarring did not. but she knew the language of one's body; she swept back her ears and swept playfully at the earth with one forepaw. 
perhaps the young wolf would not regard her with disgust; relmyna swallowed and waited for him to interpret her gestures as friendly. approach, her haunted eyes invited, albeit with great wariness.