[Obediently--proving what a good dog he was, yeah yeah yeah--Padfoot had hung back, but as soon as she shows the slightest interest in him again (and wiggling fingers are an interest and an invitation both!), he barks and darts to her side, pressing close against her, sticking his nose against her hand, her wrist, anything he can get, his tail beating against her legs.
He winds around her in a tight circle, snuffling at her, beaming up at her in adoration--and he barks again, because yeah, he knows the way back! And he can show her!--and just as quickly as he'd returned to her side, he springs away again, darting back a few steps and stopping stock-still to stare at her. Come on!]
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He winds around her in a tight circle, snuffling at her, beaming up at her in adoration--and he barks again, because yeah, he knows the way back! And he can show her!--and just as quickly as he'd returned to her side, he springs away again, darting back a few steps and stopping stock-still to stare at her. Come on!]