[Young lady approaches, sinks to aid her, and white wolf's head lowers, ears tucking at the sides of her head in show of passivity. Maybe a sign Sansa might recognize, having lived with direwolves once. Her tail waves behind her for good measure: Hello and Thank you.
At her admission, her shared commiseration that she was in this same position, furry face tilts at her, and there's a long, whining note of appreciation, black nose twitching in natural curiosity at her before she's trying—wolves will be wolves after all; and mothers will be themsleves too—to kiss her cheek in show of this.
This would be strange for humans, wouldn't it? But being what she is, she defaults to unconditional affection.]
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At her admission, her shared commiseration that she was in this same position, furry face tilts at her, and there's a long, whining note of appreciation, black nose twitching in natural curiosity at her before she's trying—wolves will be wolves after all; and mothers will be themsleves too—to kiss her cheek in show of this.
This would be strange for humans, wouldn't it? But being what she is, she defaults to unconditional affection.]