The boy did not flinch from their probing, lifting his own nose in turn. The pup's tail began to move, waving slightly. Arlen's tail began to sweep in slow strokes. Not so much with youthful excitement, but more from a piqued curiosity. Still, Arlen was just shy of a year old. More than enough energy to spare a little kid.

With a snort Arlen dropped their chest to ground, forelegs bending along the dirt. Their hindquarters waggled above them as the Bearclaw gave the little explorer the best playbow he would ever see. They stamped their forepaws against the ground, slowly pushing themself back. With the opened space between them, Arlen shifted into a crouch to conduct a grand, clockwise spin before slamming their paws down once more.

Indigo gazed remained fixed on the boy, ears cupped forward for the pup's voice. With a playful rumble in their throat, the Bearclaw woofed to the before sidestepping briefly. Their quick movements made to entice a chase.