Dragoncrest Cliffs elsker at hade

Despite the outward calm, within him was a flurry of uncertainty. How does one act around one so young? Wasn't she afraid of the wound on his face? The perpetual snarl on one side? The purity of her curiosity and lack of judgment was just as calming to him as he was to her. Slowly letting his wandering mind fall silent and simply sit in bliss at the stillness of the moment. 

The one and half ears flung forward as she pulled back and offered something he hadn't seen in years. What was this called again... a play bow? It brought back the brief innocence he himself had with his brother before the duties of the pack were thrust upon them, stripping them of their playful days and into the harsh reality of life was as a barbarian. 

He stared for a moment in mild confusion and awe, deciding to eventually mimic the girl and awkwardly lowering his own front into well... the best of a play bow he could. It was stiff, but an effort. As she bounded away and looked back, he eventually rose and marched after her. Not bouncing, but instead something a little easier for him to do such as a dramatic march with his paws flying out in front of him, tail waving to keep his balance in the awkward walk toward her in his own attempt to 'play' with the child.