Shake my pretty little head

The pup jumped up, disrupted from his musings as someone called out to him. He'd been so absorbed in his surroundings and the rumble in his tummy that he hadn't noticed anyone approach. He was glad to see that she didn't appear hostile, so at least he needn't worry about that. "Hello," he replied to the she-wolf, his strange gaze looking her over curiously. Her coat was somewhat simple, but it was stunning none the less. More interestingly at the moment, he noticed what she had placed down on the ground. He smiled up at her, his small puppy tail wagging. "My name is Jareth," the pup introduced himself, then he glanced to the small prey, "That smells pretty good."

He licked his lips, salivating and unable to hide his desire for the fresh prey this woman had in her possession. Pulling his longing gaze away from the voles, he looked up at the she-wolf once more. His ears tilted back as his belly grumbled audibly. Surely she would be able to share with him, especially if he pulled his most pathetic-looking puppy expression. Eyes squinting, Jareth inched a little closer to the woman and her catch, seating himself as his tail wagged across the sand.