King Elk Forest there is a sleeping dog under this dialogue [packtivity]

mona gathered close to the others to listen to delight, ears cupping to hear each word. though she had indentified him through biology as male, it was nevertheless quite easy to see the tindome leader as a wolfess, spinning the tale of the forest — she caught herself out of her reverie, red ears wilting a little with shame.
but delight went on, and mona sensed more to the bit of story he had given to his wolves. perhaps she was mistaken, but the yearling very much wanted to find out. talk shifted to the woodland around them, and the yearling glanced up toward the treetops, shaking her muzzle as she returned her attention to delight.