Bearclaw Valley Fantastic Mr.Fox

Nunataq's father was not as experienced in play-fighting as Indra or other puppies of the group were. She could feel his initial awkardness, which made her feel a little hesitant as well. Not because she feared him, but in her eyes he had always been that big, tough important wolf, who you were allowed to admire from afar, but who stood above everything childish and remotely fun. Just like Laurel, who she respected with the "no-questions-asked" attitude, except, while she knew exactly, where she stood with her aunt, father was a mystery.

Therefore she gently nipped, where Xan's paw touched her body, then got to her feet and hobbled away, looking for something and finding it in a form of a piece of long and gnarled root. This she picked up and brought back to him, throwing it right in front of his feet and flopping on her belly not far from it. She picked up one end and with a hopeful gaze and wagging tail looked up at her father, offering him a different kind of game to play.