She wants him to just touch his paw to hers, then pull away. That's her acceptance thing. Just in case, 'cause I wasn't sure I explained it to well. Or if you want him to just be like wtf, that's okay too. xD. Wc; 460. Points: 3.
Bambi watched the male dismount, studying his technique closely. He did it carefully and swiftly, which gave her the sense that he was not a novice at riding. The way she tended to get off horses involved her hitting the ground with her back instead of her feet.. She was amused with his greeting- For she had been eager to meet someone who used body language as she did. The dog bowed. It was not as freely as he had done.. More formal. Respectful. But not to much to the point that he should have had really worried about being to casual himself.
The word he used to great her was also more foreign then what she was used to.. Which made the run-in some what more exciting. She would have never gotten away with language like that. "Nana would have shaped me up real quick, anyways." A mixed expression crossed her face as the image of the sick old cat came back to her mind- But she quickly managed to push it away. One of her floppy ears straightened as he gave his title, for it was one unlike those she had heard before. She had found those around here had exotic names, but this one was her favorite so far. "Wayne," Her mental voice said. She imagined it rolling off her tongue as it would if she was to speak it; and for a moment, she even thought of doing so. But silence stuffed her throat, tightening it and disallowing any words to pass through.
She gazed at the horse with soft eyes, admiring its' beauty. "Such a strong.. Yet majestic creature." It was a wonder how horses had a tendency to pull that off. Usually when she thought of a large wolf, she imagined them being a bit dopey. "He doesn't look dopey, though." She thought. He was strong, that was for sure. She didn't know if riding horses built up muscle- Or if maybe he did other things that kept him in shape. Either way, she found it attractive.
The dog gave a small shiver, his words reminding her of the cold air that surrounded them. "Well, I didn't really pay much attention until you brought it up." She said quietly with a slightly teasing tone. Suddenly, she felt a tad uncomfortable. She hadn't asked for acceptance before speaking. This would have led to an automatic beating.. "Don't forget the rules. Never forget." She reached out her paw, palm side up. There was a bit of fear in her eyes.. Whether it was because of fear he would reject it, or fear he would be angry with her; she didn't know. The canine hoped he'd still accept it.. And that he'd understand the gesture.
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