Wapun Meadow sonnenbaden

Her approach is met with a silent gesture from the lilac-eyed male, and she takes it as an invitation, opting to ignore the herd in the distance. Her lips curve up slightly, the barest hint of a smile tugging at her expression in response as she comes to a halt several feet from him, tail swaying broadly. Her front half dips, forelimbs stretched out as she drops into a playful bow, eyes sparkling with her own invitation — and a hint of a challenge. A soft rumble passes her lips, head hovering just above the ground with ears standing tall as she waits for the smoke-furred wolf's response. She is, after all, a dog — and mandatory play-time is in the job description.