Cassiopeia's View [M]anipulate the strings to get a better view

No sooner had she closed her eyes and felt the pull of sunbathing-induced sleep did she hear the arrival of…something. Not a little something, by the sound of it; her ears twitched and swiveled to the culprit. She craned her neck, her good eye landing on a rather large wolf. One that she swore was at least a billion times larger than herself. 

It was a someone. A male someone, at that!

All this deduction had been done upside-down, and the position she was in was too comfortable, the vulnerability only giving off a sense of poor little me; I am small, do not hurt me, all while distracting him from the truth of it. She wants him to come closer—if nothing but to get him before he gets her.

So, she began the game, sending him a yip in greeting.

Let’s go, pretty boy.