Or a candle dancing on the breeze

Osprey watched him obey and lie down - she hadn't expected him to give in so easily. The role of being the alpha had grown on him - Dante always seemed to be so serious and focused on his duties, so responsible and collected all the time, a good leader, no doubt about that. Yet she wondered, whether he - apart from that one time (running through the woods with her, howling and yowling in a chorus as mad) - knew, how to relax, how not to worry, how to be playful and reckless sometimes? Osprey had always tried to secure these streaks of childishness in her and viewed the grown-ups, who had lost them, with a bit of a pity.

"Well, there is a slight possibility that you will ever find out that," she said, moving closer to him so that she was now standing above the lying wolf and was looking down at him. "But this..." she said, lying down on her belly and reaching out to lightly clasp Dante's muzzle between her jaws and then released it. "... was, how the curiousity killed the cat," she finished with a playful smile in her lips and her eyes having a glint of laughter for a prank well played.