Meadowlark Prairie whisk me away

This creature was different from the last. Where Jakoul was vulpine, this stranger was boisterous in the manner of an excitable filly, cantering about and clicking their heels. She dropped to a play-bow and journeyed closer to him; it was clear to Mesa what this invitation was for.

She moved to sniff at his fur and he did the same to her, a bit more obviously; he closed the gaps between them and drank in the many scents upon her coat — but the fact she was a pack wolf didn't change the primitive nature of this dance, for him. She clearly wanted something that only he could provide, or else she would have been at home.

A low crooning note carried from Mesa then. He made a hasty grab for her scruff, or a nip at her ribs, trying to entice her in the only way he knew how (roughly, as it happens). If she changed her mind at any point he was unlikely to notice.