Wapun Meadow flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Eshe heard a chuff mid-stretch and turned her attention to Gunnar. He was an older wolf with a greying beard, and she could tell he was shorter than her by looking at him. Although he stood unmoving and said nothing, she felt unthreatened by him. After all, she rationalized, he wouldn't have chuffed if he hadn't wanted to engage with her.

She smiled, her tail waving over her back as she leaned further into her stretch, and said, "Hey!" to get things rolling.