Fox's Glade Failure has been all to familiar

it was the only word she knew, so she was pleased when he defaulted back to the language she was fluent in — nonverbal; body language.

a smile tugs at her flews, pulling them up before her usual stoic expression falls back, and she stands, dropping the bone she had been gnawing on.

she pads over to the male and offers him a play-bow, her spine curving to a deep arch as she gives her entire rear end a wag, before bounding off a step or two — intentionally closer to home.