Stone Circle This wolf

His tail waved as a sign of his relief. He knew now not to expect others might come back- but she gave him some reason to believe that he could have hope that she might stay. He dreaded departures as they presented him with an unknown, something he was not in control of. He could not simply call Bjarna back to him with prayers and silent pleas, nor could he sing a song to summon his mother back to the pack either. But helping them stay? That he could do. 

"I am glad." He said, reaching to touch her jawline appreciatively, fondly with his nose if she would allow. "Inkeri like flowers?" He asked then, hoping perhaps she might- and that he could delve into his secret interest with her.