[She giggles again, beaming. The ears flick.] Yeah, a wolf! Except, I think I'm a baby wolf because I can't howl like Royce. [She doesn't sound sad so much as dejected. She wants to be a grown-up wolf.]

Bear barked at me at first. Maybe I smell funny. [But now she can move over to hug Bear around the neck. Royce had the unfortunate bit of experience.] So I ran away and then I came back. In case he was upset.

But all he did was smell me, and then he licked me to let me know it was okay.