Bearclaw Valley Fantastic Mr.Fox

Nuna sat obediently, while her father examined her limb, though at those moments, when his muzzle touched her aching foot, she would lean forward and gently grabbed hold of his muzzle and let it go immediately. A kind reminder and warning to be careful. She did not mind him looking, but she somehow felt she should tell him that the foot was still hers and so was the pain.

When her limit of patience and being very still had gone out, she flopped on her belly, splayed her hind legs behind her (thus lying now like a frog) and with a wagging tail looked cheerfully up at her father, as if asking, what were they going to do now.