upon the mention of food, hvitserk of course raised his head again and look expectantly up at athelstan, then actually moved to sit up in order to receive his treat.
the wolf closed his eyes and leaned further into the priest's touch, tail waggling lazily.
eventually, hvitserk pulled back just to drop down by athelstan's feet; placing his head of his paws.
Grey prowls circles around him just as a predator would before feasting upon it’s prey , head lowered — deep golden eyes fixated intently on the other .
the second he spotted the ball he was off his bum again and literally stared at it while his tail started to waggle fast again.
he is e x c i t e d ! no one's ever played with him before !
— I see. you've had enough of cuddling, so now what? —
taking out the perfect-sized ball, she tempts him with a game.
— care to play? there's jerky in it for you.—