Rising Sun Valley thin thread

There was a small patch of frozen, trampled grass where Dovev had paced, his round pawpads churning the plants. Glancing up demurely, the white wolf leaned back on his haunches and balanced on his hindpaws, staring solemnly up the face of the crag, eyes glittering. Whoever this creature was , she was taking precaution to stay out of his reach, and he wasn't happy about it. Not like Dovev had anything defend, but the arctic brute was a naturally curious soul, and he would find a way up there. Or just patrol the base of the rock.

He heard her jab filtered down and laughed in response, flicking his ears out.
So what? I'm not a scaredy-cat, Dovev responded with the same daring tone, grinning.