That's two looks now, though she understands the differences between them. (Though that first one still leaves her a bit confused. A lady wolf would have plenty of reason to be unhappy too!) She can't persist about the bird though when he's padding forward to her, sending her thoughts on a different path.
Her eyes widen as he comes closer, and there is a brief thought about if he'll eat her. But if he was going to, really she was as good as dinner from the instant he fell in, broom or no. All she can do is trust that he's a kind wolf. She barely moves until his breath hits her cheeks--along with a feather straight to the nose--and then she mostly blinks. "What does that mean--achoo!"
I'm sorry, once I thought of it I had to...
Her eyes widen as he comes closer, and there is a brief thought about if he'll eat her. But if he was going to, really she was as good as dinner from the instant he fell in, broom or no. All she can do is trust that he's a kind wolf. She barely moves until his breath hits her cheeks--along with a feather straight to the nose--and then she mostly blinks. "What does that mean--achoo!"
...Hopefully Mister Wolf is a quick dodge.