Blackfoot Forest [m] what does the fox say?

The laughter stopped on a delicate wheeze, Javelina’s head dropping back down to peer at the unseemly dog. For all her ugliness, she seemed friendly, patient too. Her skinny tail kept thumping, the body language projecting clearly even when her expression was rather too deliquesced for Javelina to read.

I was laughing because—never mind, the she-wolf said, smiling lightly now. I’m a wolf, of course. My name is Javelina. What’s your name?