Lake Rodney see where you hide

There was seemingly an ease to the female. Relaxation uncoiled springing muscles bunched beneath her feminine shoulders. Success. Inwardly the wolf simmered with a heat that only surfaced with success. Games were much more fun when played with others, he surmised. 

Her admittance to health was regarded with the wolf's own relaxation, neck sinuously uncoiling from shoulder base to gently scent the air as though unsure of the truth in the statement. Nasal passages did not detect any twinge of decoy or rot (always a plus), though knowledge of illnesses were aware that not all maladies carried stink with them. "I see," he said in an effort to break the awkward self-made silence. "You should tell me about it," he instructed her with that same mask of indifference. The tone carried just enough curiosity of the subject to surpass rudeness. Ember-like eyes sparkled again, fiery licks of observation flitting across the female's form to linger on scars and blemishes beneath the coat.