Dancing through life

[Noah]

Noah gave a flick of his ear pushing it forward as he heard the steps, the voice of the spunky yearling called out for the grumpy leader. The opened his good eye keeping the pale blue eye shut, he could feel it twitching under its lid. Then her voice softly called out to him, she must have seen his furry grey rear sticking out the blanket? Or was it that smell that he had? Did he stink? Oh well the Genus would hopefully find out from her. The male watched her as she moved to the kitchen, she moved with a buzz like she was at home in the kitchen. It was strange to the Sawtooth male that someone was cooking and wasn’t out living off the lands like a real wolf should, or dose. The male got out from under the make shift den that he made in the pillows and blanket as he moved towards the kitchen. He sniffed the steam that came out of the pot as she sipped upon the cup that she made from the pot.
Standing there he watched her, rather loses and relaxed like she was alone. The male moved to the kitchen hearing his black and clear talons click against the floor, he jumped back body taking a submissive hold as he held his body only a few inches above the ground. He looked to the kitchen sniffing at the flooring, he had never thought of something giving away his stealth. The male shifted around trying to find a shadow to stand in, hoping that she wouldn’t get upset that he was standing there and wasn’t off sleeping like she must have thought he was doing.