Ravensblood Forest i know a thing about contrition;;

she didn't understand his words but eagerly embraced his gestures, spine arching into an elegant play-bow as her tail sickled over her rear, wagging softly.  she was not used to being greeted with such eager kindness, and though she held up some air of caution, she barked in invitation.

quickly, she began running circles around him, vocalizing the entire time, panting inbetwen.  she darted close once, twice, nipping at his heels and tail.