( depending on how deep her fingers quest combing the fur at his ruff, the cord of his pendant for communicating can be found: beyond that, petting down his back is smooth but for some ridging of scar tissue, diagonal across his back, three neat slices from left shoulder down to above his right hip.
he huffs out a canine laugh, the silent lolling tongue and crinkled eye as he waits until she figures out she can just shove him off. until then, he's enjoying the casual contact, even tipping his head back and giving her easier access to his throat when she pulls out the jaw scratching.
here's a wolf never concerned with dominance dynamics in his life. his tail lifts and thumps down against the floor exactly once, the equivalent to either "good girl" or "yeah, repeat that please." maybe both at once. )
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he huffs out a canine laugh, the silent lolling tongue and crinkled eye as he waits until she figures out she can just shove him off. until then, he's enjoying the casual contact, even tipping his head back and giving her easier access to his throat when she pulls out the jaw scratching.
here's a wolf never concerned with dominance dynamics in his life. his tail lifts and thumps down against the floor exactly once, the equivalent to either "good girl" or "yeah, repeat that please." maybe both at once. )