Mount Apikuni please tread softly as you go

Dark ears flicked forward curiously, eyes shimmering as if he was silently chanting “Can I? Can I?” He didn't get an answer yet, but surely caught the attention of the taller, dark wolf – he was coming over this way. Stride was confident, yet not particularly aggressive so Eli didn't bother showing any submission. They were both casual. Although he was smirking at him. Elijah gave him a grin, flicking his tongue out at him briefly with ears alertly pointed forward. His chin tucking close to his chest, head tilting somewhat to the right in curiosity. Surely, with his guard down like this, he could easily be taken out despite being a tank-y individual. Eli would much rather be a lover than a fighter, too, so there was that as well.
The guy was coming closer and closer though, leaving him confused – was he just being friendly? Was there someone standing behind him? Was he ignoring him? 'What was going on?' Elijah blinked, glancing momentarily over his shoulder – seeing that there wasn't anyone else there and turning back just in time to get a tail in his face. Ears pushed back automatically, nose twitching as the hairs brushed against it and lips parting but he hesitated. Whilst he wanted to snap at it, Eli remembered that this guy was a stranger and he hadn't been granted permission yet to touch it. Eyebrows knitted downwards, jaw clenching with a firm pout on his lips. His head moved, bright blue eyes tracking him as the male circled around. A low whine escaped his lips, thinking that the male was going to leave him there, but instead – he stopped at his side.
A big, lopsided smile curved on Elijah's lips, relaxing when he realized he was going to get his conversation and company after all. He didn't get why he pulled that show of his or why he was smirking, but Eli figured he seemed like a nice guy... he did say he could touch his tail after all – explaining that nothing was wrong with it and he had just been born that way. Eli, however, was much too distracted by the subtle movement of the fellow's unique pink nose. Abruptly, he reached his forearm forward, attempting to angle the stranger's head down a bit. Ears pointed forward with tail batting back and forth, gently beating on the guy's hindquarter. Eyes inspected the nose for a moment, staring at it with such an intense gaze until he pulled his nose toward it – sniffing and breathing in the air the stranger exhaled.
Lips parted then, tongue rolling out to lick the front of his nose.
“Your nose isn't hurt either,” he stated the obvious.