Padfoot barked again when Remus' face appeared in front of him. His tail was thumping louder than ever, beating a hard beat between the bottom of the bed frame and the floor. He had gotten mud everywhere when he had streaked across the floor, covered as he was from his run in the forest.
He edged out when Remus came down onto the ground near him, remaining low and on his belly. He licked at one of Remus' hands and then stuck his cold nose in against the palm of it, snuffling a little. He remained where he was then, as if content -- or as if he had run out of energy. It was perhaps a bit of both, really.