A proud smile shows on her face at her invention. The knocking had worked, and it showed in her leader's prompt arrival. His strong, mostly white form appearing before her in no time at all. Dark flag waves behind her to show her obvious pride in herself before she allows her tongue to loll out of open jaws and she slaps at the ground in a goofy seeming play bow. He seems stressed on first arrival, and Apollymi finds she simply cannot let him be that way. The pirate's display is born from both excitement that her literal knocking at his door is heard and responded to, as well as a need to make her king smile.
She is unsure why this need has come, but she doesn't like his seriousness in this moment. Nor the way he seems to block her path. Breezes flow through the thin copse of trees, and her head tilts as she half-stands with her legs splayed out before her. To get closer to him, she mock charges, tossing up sand with her forelimbs in a grand wave though she ensures the spray does not hit her alpha. Bouncing backwards, then tucking her hind end she digs her back paws into the earth beneath her, she gives a silly sprint around him. He could not keep her from going behind him if he wished to, she was fast as the wind and stronger than riptide currents. But, she does not wish to get behind him, instead, she uses her speed to sprint around him. Coming up on his right, she leaps in and gently pinches the fat just behind his shoulder. A tease if there ever was one to come from the hissing girl as she runs around him.
Today is indeed an odd day for her.
As she runs passed him, nipping his shoulder before continuing her sprint, she flags him to follow her. If he has not smiled at her antics now, just wait until they get where they are going. Someone had to provide for the pack, as Wildfire, it would be required of her until their Trapper realized she needed to be heading hunting missions. To protect and provide was how she took her role. Ensuring not only physical safety, but also that they are well looked after in all situations. The wolf in his pelt smelled related, and to hunt for her would probably be a good idea. She smelled weakened, almost dead. It was a faint scent in her nose, but it clung to him, and surely it soaked the female in the den out in the woods of Glorall.
Her sprinting display meant only one thing. I'm excited, follow me! Should he fail to see the signals, Apollymi would double back, nip at his chest, and sprint off again. Running was effortless to the beach bum, something she was born to do. Would he come with her to take care of their pack, or would he hang back with the woman in the woods? She could not be sure, but she would need his help if she was going to find the other wolf something to help her gain her strength.
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female - five - glorall - meltdown x snowshoe