Did Daugi listen? Fully?

Hahahahahahahahahahaha...

It depended. The fluffy lump usually did as he asked of her, but there were times when she could be stubborn and defiant. Big beast had a mind of her own. Her tail thwumped contentedly against the floor as Fenn shrugged and scrawled on the floor. SHE LISTEN IF FEEL LIKE IT. NOT HUNGRY OR ANGRY NOW SO VERY LIKELY. IF ASK HER TO NOT LICK, WILL UNDERSTAND. CONFUSED, BUT DO. AM TALK TO HER WITH HANDS. That was probably obvious though -- wolves don’t typically read.

A soundless giggle shook the boy’s shoulders, and he scratched at the grey bites on his arm. The hallucinogen still lingered a little in his system. The half-sleeping wolf stirred as Fenn gave her a pat on the head. Clean bugs with poison. No give self lick, he signed for her.

“Wuff?” She tilted her head curiously at her tiny charge, processing his suggestion. A yawn stretched across her monstrous face, and she whuffled agreeably. “Auf.”

Fenn beamed and gave Nevin an approving sideways glance. Fix the little bugs with poison, then wash it off; and then, the Fae would need something for the itchy scritchy bug bites.