She was encouraged by his clear happiness at being pet, that she did indeed continue rubbing, and even scratched her short nails down the back of his head. She was tempted to kneel down, but knew it was bad form in her dress, so she settled for petting the parts of the young wolf she could reach.
There was no mistaking the happiness painted on her face. "I had an obsession with lemons the whole time I was pregnant with you. I would find some way to work them into everything I ate, if I could. Your father did try to keep me well stocked when they were out of season on the farm." Shannon did regrettably stop petting Fenrir, and move farther into the apartment.