Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

The she-wolf jumped when Taikon spoke, which made him flinch. His ears swivelled sideways as he realized that he had very much startled her. She spoke, but her words were rattled and her voice small. She seemed... fragile. I apologize; I didn't mean to scare you, he said honestly, lowering his head a bit and offering a couple of friendly, small wags of his white tail.
Here, he offered a deep, low bow. It was a royal bow, one that he liked to save for moments like this to make him seem vulnerable and dorky. Pleased to meet you, madame, I am Taikon, he had changed his voice, mocking someone from some made up aristocracy. From his bow, he peered up at her and winked, hoping to relax her.