Phoenix Maplewood Tree dancing malinois style

Embry's gaze followed the girl as she moved to the tree. He couldn't decipher whether this was just a charade - her being mute and all - and yet part of him strangely found the silence of the interaction rather endearing. Nevertheless, it magnified actions to twice their former significance, so that every flick of the tail seemed to be a gambit.

He had anticipated something with more gusto, so her simple manuever was actually a bit dishevelling at first for Embry. He knit his ponderous brow and narrowed his eyes, the muscles along his jaw clenching and unclenching as he ruminated. She was a young one, but she was definitely not without her senses — or, at least, not without wile. 

With a slow nod, he proceeded to enact one of the most ridiculous scenes of his life. With meat in tow, he patiently lifted his leg and stopped every pace or two to weave a good stream of urine, perambulating the entire trunk itself. When he was satisfied, he nudged some snow onto the former mark for good measure and faced the miss with a magnanimous sniff. He was lucky he had stopped for a drink a few hours back.