Blackbeak Bluff 'YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING.

A dog, she said? He'd never heard of that before, but strangely, it mattered not. Not really. Her words, they weren't the syntax he was used to. Then again, his own voice had sounded rough and unpolished to his ears, after so long being so silent.

It was clear she was scared, perhaps scared of him? A wolf would be scared of a bear, even if the bear meant no harm. Today, the yearling was a bear. 

Good wolf, he mimicked her words carefully in hushed tones, his belly fur scraping along the dirt as he lowered himself. Yellow eyes looked at her with concern, and curiosity, to be fair, he didn't know what to make of her. 

Would reassurance help? He hoped so.

I don't bite.