Lion Head Mesa Time

The ogre girl can feel the tension of her father's face break beneath her assault. Delight blooms in her chest as she won that battle. Surely the itch had been defeated!

Oh? This was not an itch but a 'hello'? It takes a herculean effort to prevent her appearance from betraying how discouraged she was. She is half successful; she keeps her ears forward and her face still, but her tail ceases wagging. It was embarrassing enough to be so sure she was right. Under the weight of the new expectation now put upon her, Taliba lowers herself into a bow.

She does not understand why you would look at the floor when meeting someone. Should you not look upon the wolf you were talking to? Oh, well. She can at least not worry about the face she makes when she's looking at the floor.