[ He absolutely needs no encouragement. As soon as he feels her head under his hand, he happily scritches her. He's gentle about it, but thorough, trying to find just the right spot that she would enjoy most. ]

Oh, I know I don't. But I like doing it anyway. I enjoy being able to treat the wonderful creatures in my life. I don't have my horse with me now, but I would have those treats as well. Though I don't think sugar is safe for wolves.

[ His smile is soft. He's a little disappointed that if she did, she can't remember. But he doesn't blame her. When he went back for those three days, he hadn't recalled dreaming. It's only wishful thinking, hoping the friends still asleep are having a pleasant sleep. ]

I don't know. I've never been a wolf. But I wonder. What do you dream of? Running with your pack though this snow perhaps?