Firekeeper is sprawled in the grass underneath a tree, picking at leaves and sulking a bit. Only a bit, though, because wolves know that sulking doesn't really get you anywhere. Part of the sulking has to do with the tree and her continued inability to climb it, the rest just with the same old Feelings surrounding a certain One of hers. Firekeeper doesn't know much about crushes and infatuation and those things. All she knows is that the weird feeling that she gets around Mabon - and there it is again! just at his name - isn't going away, and it's rather bothering her. Even if it is nice, the little jumps in her belly when she's near him.
But mostly annoying. Though never at Mabon, of course - Firekeeper's wholly incapable of being annoyed at Mabon.
She yips at him and then flicks to the more comfortable shape for her and - well, pardon - wolfs it down in a moment, licking her chops. A good catch, she says approvingly.
She growls at him ferociously and assumes an exaggeratedly dominant posture, keeping her ears and tail low so it's still part of the game - he is her One.
He doesn't really have purring mechanisms in this body, but the sense is there, of being warm and comfortable and pleased and vibrating with the fact of it.