Cvetka diligently stalked forward, her tail held neutral by her rear, until the bronze form's head rose from the ground.

Immediately, she froze. Not dead.

Her tail fluttered anxiously by her hocks. Ears folded back, eyes widening its gaze upon the sire. 'Guess today is my lucky day after all.' She furrowed her brows with a slight cant of her head. 'Not often I wake to find a pretty girl. What's your name, sweetheart?'

For a few fleeting seconds, she did not answer. Cvetka's head was low, still scrutinizing the stranger who was strewn over the ground. His posture lax, eyes looking over her frame with, seemingly, little shame. ...Cvetka, the young girl answered quietly, what... is yours? The blush-furred wolfdog carefully eased herself onto her haunches, remaining apprehensive of the new face.