Lost Creek Hollow You are one of them, everything but femme

Malice greeted Nunataq warmly and, if that was even possible with the bone in her mouth, her grin grew even wider. She sniffed the older she-wolf's muzzle, moved to the side, but here the toy she did not even plan of letting out of her grasp hindered her progress. Therefore she took a step to the side, wagged her tail a little in apology and walked around the lady to have a good look at her from all sides.

With primary inspection done, Nuna returned to sit in front of the lady, swayed her tail a few times and then finally put the bone down right next to her forepaws. Some contemplative seconds later, she retreated from her prized possession, as if giving a permission to the other to take a look at it.