Honeyed Pasture I Can Go the Distance

Her tail went lax, her posture neutral and unthreatening. There was something amiss here and she was not going to respond in kind when the other was in such a state. She canted her head for a moment, slowly reclining back onto her haunches so that there were no fast movements, no sudden surprises. A wolf that was sought a situation to instigate did not sit, generally speaking. Sure there were outliers but Keres found them few and far between.

She could wait for the wolf to realize she was no threat at the current moment, watching her with calm greenish teal eyes. If she took the time to look, the harrowed creature would find only patience and, perhaps, some form of understanding if she looked hard enough. Have your paws started to crack yet? She asked gently. There are ways to soothe them, if they hurt.