Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

hi my name is ku and i suck at playing a wolf on wolf for reals

She offered him no verbal reply and her approach stopped. A lingering note crept steadily into her features and within it, he found the permission she was seeking. He idled on a response, for a moment wondering what he would get out of it other than the same thing as she would. And that in itself was enough for him to give consent for her to approach. Only he did the approaching this time, first extending his muzzle out towards her dark figure to draw in the musky smells that were there. If she was merely inquiring to spring a trap on him, now would have been the perfect time to do so; Mordecai was bold in giving her consent by taking the initiative.