Watching the Paint Dry

Hag liked other wolves. She liked them very much, she just... Never seemed to show it. A twitch of her tail, was the response his decision to sit down would elicit. Aside from when she occasionally played with her siblings, played being use loosely, that was probably the next closest thing to her tail properly wagging she'd yet to do. It was probably only her family who knew her well enough right now who would have been able to tell she was happy to have company. The red boy spoke again, asking if she liked the water and for the first time Hag properly turned to look at him, cherry gaze impossibly wide. Not because she was curious but because she kinda just looked like that.

"I don't know." Which was probably not the answer he was expecting. "I like momma and daddy, and Coho and Goo," whose full name she had yet to really manage to say, "and Molly, and Muskie." Hag was really more musing aloud, sort of at the boy rather than explaining to him. "But I do not feel the same things about the water." Nevermind that she did in fact have other hobbies, she'd yet to really grasp the idea of enjoyment as a concrete thing. She was drawn to playing with the small rodents her dad sometimes brought back, sought out watching the crows when they went to pick apart a body but she didn't know she liked them yet. "I probably want to like you." She added, turning her attention back to the rivulets of water dripping from the ceiling. Hag wasn't sure if she did like him yet, wasn't sure if she was allowed to.