Northstar Vale are you scared to death to live?

Of all the possibilities running through his mind— of all the half-expected outcomes— he had not expected Delight to laugh at him. Alarian narrowed his eyes, offended for a moment; wasn't this serious? But— oh, maybe it wasn't. He relaxed, but eyed Delight with an expression that could be likened to the wolf equivalent of a pout; but not, because that mental image is weird.
That didn't last very long, either. He had gone still at the other boy's words, focusing fully on him now. The butterfly was as forgotten as every concern that had driven him here. Ali's expression softened, and for several beats he simply took in the moment; he watched his friend's face light with amusement, watched him struggle to be mindful of the tiny winged creature. There was unexpected beauty in those few stolen moments of carefree indulgence— something he only had a moment to admire before the need to sneeze ruined it all.
He had enough sense to turn his face away from Delight before he sneezed, dry and stinging. The butterfly disappeared for a moment, then circled back around his head. Ali only barely noticed enough to register that it was a butterfly; embarrassed, he glanced back to Delight just in time to be facing him when the white insect came back for round two. This time, it settled on his muzzle just behind his nose. Alarian sighed.
I don't think it's scared. The boy tilted his muzzle upward and shook it slightly. Still, it persisted. Ali looked again to Delight, slightly bemused. Should I just... leave it there?