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

Though the old, kind lady had not lived up to Nunataq's expectations, she was willing to give her a second chance. Especially since she still seemed to hold interest in her and was neither annoyed or in a hurry to leave, what characterized most of the adults the teenager encountered lately.

Therefore she tossed the bone in the air and let it fall on the ground again, then crouched down, putting her head between her outstretched paws with her gaze traveling from the older she-wolf and back to the bone, waiting for her to make a move so that Nuna could act accordingly as well. She was like a kitten waiting for the cat-toy to be jingled around.