Stavanger Bay fade

it seems, at first, that the girl does not understand; predictable, but not what he'd hoped for. disappointment swells in his chest for a beat and his features fall by fractions — until she speaks, and he releases a soft breath as he realizes his message has been received. relieved, he smiles more brightly this time, easily dismissing the twinge of confusion following her words; no wolf has ever opted to forgo speech to accommodate him, and he can't yet decide how he feels about it. he typically finds solace in listening, at least — but perhaps this will be easier. he welcomes her approach regardless, rising with tail still swishing when she nudges his shoulder. he gestures with his muzzle for her to lead the way, figuring she has somewhere in mind — and if not, well... ladies first anyway.