Bearclaw Valley So you were six feet underneath me

For some reason the dark wolf's demeanor made Nuna think that expressing her "oh-I-am-so-little-and-harmless" all the way by licking the other's maw and peeing a little as well would not go well. Therefore she stopped at a polite distance (thank you, Laurel for teaching, what it is), still looking a little dopeyish cute with her drawn back ears and hunched pose and weed a little on the spot.

In response the wolf emitted series of sounds to which Nuna listened intently and then mirrored his actions by looking around herself and not seeing anything of interest. Perhaps there wasn't, she shrugged, forgot that she had to be meek and wait for a permission, and took the two - three steps closer to the fawn, sniffing it with great interest and leaving a little creek of drool all over it's brown pelt.