Fetch. Fetch worked. Evan was very interested in that. He turned away from Niks and bounded through the snow to a small tree. It took him no effort to rip off the lowest branch and bring it back. It might have been a little large to play fetch with, but his tail was wagging wildly.
He dropped the branch at her feet and then sat down, tail still wagging. Tongue hanging out. He knew that she knew he was not a threat, but everything he could do to reassure her of it he was doing.