[no respect at all from this pup. no, but really he's grateful for every passing moment, to not have to worry about whether Basch is safe or injured or hungry. the lick at his jaw earns a warm laugh. and for a bit, he's fine like that. just relaxing in the other's familiar presence and pampering him in a way that feels rare and wonderful, until the other's head moves to release him.

not that he goes far, jumping up onto the bed to settle back where he always would, and Olivine hums softly, stretching absently before turning to join him.]

Are you not hungry? I could get us something to eat... although I don't know if what you can have changes at all like this.

[for now he scoots up to lay beside the wolf, marveling quietly at... well, most everything about him. his size, the sleek sandy fur, the ease with which he maneuvers in this form.]