Sleepy Fox Hollow Down the road

Donnie's tail whipped from side to side at his ankles and his posture wilted, legs trembling slightly as he lowered into a crouch. He licked his lips and tilted his head back, so he could lick at the corners of the stranger's lips if he came close enough. He felt like he was starving- and while he was just beyond the point of needing regurgitated food, he would beg for it nevertheless, if there was any to be had. 

Anselm turned away suddenly, but Donnie missed the cue completely. He reached out to gently touch Anselm with his nose again, and licked his lips- practically begging with a low, uneven whine. The other boy's mouth moved. Donnie had seen other wolves do this, so he repeated the gesture, and even emitted a low, rumbling noise though the movements of his lips and tongue made noises that sounded simply like a low "Raaaaowraaaowraaowraaaowrrr." It was the best he could do, to imitate the communcation other wolves used. 

The panther remained still, now that the wolves had drawn closer together, and one had seemed alerted to its presence. It would bite its time and watch to see if one of them parted, leaving another one vulnerable.