[ like roger's got any fuckin' clue if wolves wag their tails.
he stretches his head forward somewhat daintily to meet her hand. it's less about behaving to expectations and more about finding out what he can, which turns out not to be much. she almost smells familiar, but then, they're all here together. there's bound to be some mingling of scents.
when he pulls back, he remembers to keep wagging his tail. the friendlier the dog, the harder it is to eat it, right?
oh god, he hadn't even thought of that. what if someone tries to fucking eat him? ]
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he stretches his head forward somewhat daintily to meet her hand. it's less about behaving to expectations and more about finding out what he can, which turns out not to be much. she almost smells familiar, but then, they're all here together. there's bound to be some mingling of scents.
when he pulls back, he remembers to keep wagging his tail. the friendlier the dog, the harder it is to eat it, right?
oh god, he hadn't even thought of that. what if someone tries to fucking eat him? ]