Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

He knew the wolf knew what he meant, he was just being intentionally ignorant. But Pepper could play along, if the black and white wolf wanted to hear it so bad. 

He rolled over, taking a moment to stand up, ignoring the audible click in his shoulder. 

"Guess I'd best show ya," he said, then stepped over the wolf, leaning down to draw his tongue across the dip between his ears. 

"Stand," he said, his voice a low whisper.