Stavanger Bay iriġauraq(-) [m]

The fluffy flower-wolf's tail continued to blur behind him. She smelled like fresh honeysuckle but he thought nothing of it, not really - he'd barely been around women at all in his time and knew little of their magics. All of the women he knew he held in higher station to himself, and thus would not bother them when they asked for silence. After all... he had flowers!

But this little one was full of energy! And was very friendly! Yay!

He took a step toward her, but then stepped past, another play-bow. A small jump to keep the position. Wanna run? The snow's so pretty and I think I saw a flower that'd match your fur so perfectly-