Bearclaw Valley I bought this glove a thousand years ago

The man's name was Tadec. He thought in hindsight that maybe that name had come up at some point or other between his mother and his aunt, but never in relation to him. Meeting new wolves was always an exciting affair for him, though, so when Tadec reclined onto his flank and reached out a leg, Lucas was quick to oblige him. He left the rabbit for now and padded confidently close to the hybrid male, ducking down to sniff at the wispy fur of his belly and armpit.

"Wha doin'?" he wondered then, eyeballing the outstretched limb and letting his tail whir at the sight of splayed toes. Nothing felt better than stretching out all his toes, and that simple display was enough for him to dip his chest down, stretch his arms foreward and spread the beans on both forepaws with a satisfied grunt.