Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

Embry thought it odd, at first, when his words were left to flit feebly upon the open air. He tilted his head, mocha-and-cream fur shimmering in the aureate glimmer of that particular hour. His paws were tucked neatly beneath him as he inspected the she, careful not to attempt an abrupt approach and making with a rather circular route. 

He was intrigued, to say the least, with this stranger's persistence. Part of him had considered assisting her with his own faculties, but it seemed that from the onset this could not have gone well. He was relieved when the branch finally relented, though he had to duck at the ensuing, fibrous shrapnel. A light chuckle escaped his maw, deep and fruity.

Embry assumed language was not a viable source of communication, so he waited patiently as she collected her prize. His oceanic orbs slipped around the clearing with an amiable curiosity to avoid any awkwardness that might arrive from their being pinned upon the girl. And when she finally seemed content, he emit a friendly rumble of a bark; tail wagging and ears perked. He hoped it got the message across: he wasn't looking to share in the spoils. He was just glad she reigned victorious.