She huffs a little, but lays down to eat.
Or she tries to, anyway.
She keeps snorting, her nose hitting the lip of the plate as she attempts to daintily take a bite.
“No need to be polite or elegant here,” I tell her. “Just dig in and use your tongue.”
“Or let your wolf guide you,” Tieran suggests. “It’s all about finding balance between you and your wolf. Once you start truly working together, you’ll feel better.”
She glances up at him, then dips her snout in the water mug and sneezes.
“Tongue, beautiful,” I say again. “Use your tongue.”