Tiny ball of angry

The yearling took in his words carefully, before turning to face the creature once again. Sirius nudged it towards her, and she blinked, wide-eyed and not quite knowing how to begin. The man offered himself as a resource, but it was clear she'd have to do the ground work on her own.

After a bit of thought, she settled for lowering to the kit's eye level. "...Hey there, little guy." Her voice was soft, but clear and firm. "Follow me over here?" She walked a little ways away from the kit, with an encouraging smile and a "come here" flick of her tail. The wolverine stared at her with a mutter of uncertainty, before looking back up at Sirius, and staring at her once more. It didn't seem to want to move away from him....

Mal frowned, but she wasn't going to be deterred. She padded back to her den, dipping inside before dipping out with a rabbit haunch from an earlier hunt. She tore off a strip of meat, and repeated calmly, yet more firmly to the kit -- "Come here!" -- pairing tail flick with an added nudge at the meal. Immediately, the young wolverine padded over to her, and she dropped him a little piece in reward, which he set upon immediately with happy little munching sounds. She gave him a little pat on the head while he ate. "Well, he'll listen if there's food...." But really, who didn't?