[ This certainly is very different from Mukhtar, whom Konstantin hasn't even been able to pet; the dog's still too wary of him. He gives another delighted laugh as the wolf seems to approve of the treat, making quick work of it, and then jumping up to lick at his face. Konstantin's foot moves back to steady himself as he lifts his hands and tries to keep the wolf's weight from sending him backwards, laughing again as he scratches his fingers against the top of his head and then his ears. ]

I guess that means you approve! Ah, you really are just a big puppy. A good shchenok!

[ Tragically, someone else is freshly displeased by the wolf jumping up like this, tongue licking against Konstantin's face, sending a wave of Wolf Scent right into his senses. The man gives another sharp gasp at the sudden jolt in his stomach, and stumbles back a bit. Is he not allowed to have anything nice... ]

Ah— I think the cold might be getting to me...! [ He says aloud, still half-convinced the wolf can actually understand him. ] Should head back soon. I wonder where you live, shchenok. Out in the woods somewhere?