He woofs a soft sound at her, blue eyes slit with pleasure as his breathing starts to return to normal. The lick just seemed like the right kind of thing to do to the wolf side of his brain and he's not going to question it. He's happy, she's happy, and there's nothing here to take that away from either of them. After a minute more, he rolls onto his back, imitating her, paws politely tucked up against his chest and he looks at the sky and the way the setting sun gives the clouds colors of their own. He's been teased about his name often enough but here, now, even he has to admit that the white fluffy things above them are pretty. Softly, he repeats his content 'woof'.