Moonsong Glacier Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

He wuffed back at her, enjoying the moment - as evident by a tail that could not for the life of him stop wagging, flapping behind him like an elegant fish out of water. 

She stopped, and licked away the mess she made. He noticed. 

While he had never before been a neat eater... it wouldn't be fair if she was the only one, would it?

Fallen Sun chose a leg and tasted its flesh. Since when did rabbit taste that good? And although not the best cleaning wolf, he did his best to clean up the spillage.