If her behavior had been odd before, it took a turn that was even stranger. She got up and moved close enough to him so that, when she flopped unceremoniously to the ground, it was to flop behind him. He was so surprised he forgot to flinch. It was strange, to have sustained and amicable contact with another wolf. Especially one as small as she. Her body felt warm. Before he could even grow accustomed to the oddity of physical closeness, he felt her rolling around, her shoulder bumping against him as she wiggled onto her pack. She wouldn't be able to see his dubious expression from her angle, so he made sure to voice his concerns, "What's going on back there? You disturbing the sleep of the dead?"
This appeared to be precisely the case as she reached around to grab his ear. Hocus snorted like a bull and shook his ear out of her mouth. His mind reached backwards in time to when his own cubs used to bother him for attention in a similar manner. That had been so long ago. Just the mental act of remembering and calculating the years was exhausting, and he sighed. The white priest then wiggled around so that he was on his back, legs dangling in the air for a brief moment, before he rolled the rest of the way over so that he was more or less on top of her in a smothering sort of way. This had been his reaction to his children. If they were going to interrupt his nap then they were going to be a part of it. "Sleep," he said softly.
Whether she stayed or left made no difference to him.