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

She mimicked the child by sniffing the other right back, careful not to come too close to the prize she held between her teeth. She didn't want to make it seem like she wanted the toy for herself, so she moved back a little before the girl went to circle around her. Malice's sunny eyes followed her, head turning as far as it could until they ended up in the same position as before.

When the bone was ready for inspection, Malice bent down to look at it. It wasn't anything special for her, but it must mean a great deal to a young wolf. Very nice. She commented with an enthusiastic nod or two, before pushing it back with her own nose.