She looked up at him when he started speaking to her, her emerald eyes trained in on his, in her mouth her comb stayed. The femme was one to sometimes throw caution to the wind and stood once more. Gently turning her head and placing the comb back in her coat before looking back at him. “I will show you what I know, if you give me a safe place to stay.” She said before walking over to him and gently reaching the comb back out from her coat and scooting close to him. Without hesitation she began to run the comb through his coat. “Back on my island we would brush each others coats as a sign of good faith.”

She winced slightly as she continued to groom him, her stomach tightening around her little pups. It’s not time to come yet little ones. She thought to herself as she placed the comb back into her fur. She looked at him, still sitting on her rump and smiled. “There is no snow in my homeland, but as you can see I’m quite fluffed so I do believe I will survive.” She smirked at him and gently smiled. She didn’t physically touch him, but her comb did. She’s a sneaky one, though just as she stood, her stomach clinched completely and she howled out in pain before laying down and panting slightly.