Fox's Glade Impulse

she knew what came now, albeit the offended young wolf might not. bernadette rolled onto her back.

"might i watch?" 

it would be the most fascinating thing to witness how two purebred wolves mated. her own choice of partner had been notably dogblooded, as the powers had sent him to her in this wolven land (perhaps formed him too?) to be a point of familiarity, and so she was no more educated than before.

despite asking politely, it didn't actually occur to bernadette that she might be rejected. why would she be? mating was something incredibly natural and communal, and her personal experiences with it certainly weren't unique.

and so when she is inevitably rejected (or even ignored) she'll be surprised enough for her heavy brows to lift to the point of revealing her eyes, dark even in light. she will roll back onto her belly and look at the pair, and when they either leave or show insistence upon her departure, she will get up, shake the woodland trash out her fur, and prance away in her breed's stilted gait - albeit with a bent head, in which thoughts such as "was it something i said?" repeated.

skip skip skip (but ill keep my eyes on this thread ?)