Thor's wolf, still receiving zero response from the play bow, escalated.
He rolled onto his back. Full belly-up. Paws in the air. Tongue lolling to one side. The submissive position that, on any other wolf, would communicate deference and vulnerability. On Thor's wolf, it communicated "look at my abs."
Aurelia tilted her head again. Same direction as before. Same confusion. Her golden eyes tracked the upside-down wolf with the careful attention of a creature trying to determine whether this was a threat, a game, or a medical event.
She could rule out threat. She had zero framework for the other two.
Thor's wolf rolled back onto all fours. Shook himself once. Reset.
Aurelia turned her head and looked at Tiberon.
The look was direct. Patient. Expectant. A wolf looking at the only person on this field whose instructions she understood, asking him with her eyes if the weird wolf was finished doing whatever the weird wolf was doing.
