Love language

He only grinned, and while she couldn't see it she could likely hear it in his voice as he said “You'll see!” Hesl steered her over to the tree, where he had pinned the strip of red fur that he had earned in the raid. The red that had started to torment her in her dreams. She was strong. One of the strongest wolves he knew, and he felt like she had forgotten that. He positioned her in front of the tree and grabbed a knife. “Lean your head forward and bite down on the handle, '' he instructed her, waiting for her to comply. He refrained from snickering, wondering how long she'd go along before she demanded he tell her what was up. 


“Now, there's a tree in front of you with an object on it. The game goes like this: see how close you can get to pinning it without looking” he instructed her. Leaning back a little, in case she started swinging around with that dagger in her jaws.