Fenrir stayed back. Fenrir always stayed back. Myrkvan was the courageous one. Myrkvan was the brave one. Myrkvan did not cower like her white companion. She huffed as she left him behind to approach the two-legged. Immediately, her tail began to wag. Two-legged beasts played with her and her human had told her that this two-legged was a friend. A friend that was not to be harmed, not to be chased, not to be bitten. Of course, he wasn't. He was far too big to pick a fight with. Myrkvan preferred hares. Or those cats. Those cats were very chasable. But her human had also forbidden her from chasing them.