Wapun Meadow all these lines across my face tell the story of who i am

his submission assuaged bearclaw's epsilon.  she ran her nose along his underside, scenting him over.  he smelled like xan's family, of their pack.  she was further put at ease by this, and she offered him a questioning yip in return.  she sunk her front half to the ground in a play bow, but she was too pregnant to engage in actual play.  

she stood again, looking down at the boy with a friendly kind of interest.