Ouroboros Spine Anukasha

Now faced with a real audience, Mojag was less interested in his little bee friend. The other wolf lay before him with a smile and more words, directing his attention briefly to the yellow mote that buzzed in a tangent away from them and towards a cluster of budding weeds. Mojag looked at it and then back at the woman, studying her face.

Dah bee! Ha-oh!! He proclaimed as he leapt for Lote's face, planting his chest across the bridge of her nose for a wobbly second; as he slipped from where he'd perched himself, he began to laugh and soon the air was filled with his gregarious voice. Mojag rolled on to his back and flailed until he found his feet again, bumping his chin against Lote's nose as he tried to mouth at it - clearly in a playful mood, and hardly bashful about it.