It's funny, because "dragon tail" had been the first thing Yang had thought of too, something that fit her name's meaning. "That's the first thing that popped into my head too." She laughs, sliding the aviators off and tucking them away, having served their purpose for dramatic effect. Well, maybe not exactly the same idea as Blake; she hadn't thought about the tail being fluffy. "Ah man, I'd look so...dignified with a tail!"

She just watches Blake go on about describing wolves with a small smile, enjoying how excited she is. It's night and day from their days at Beacon. "Their days at Beacon" like that was some long-distant memory. Or that Yang had been angry at her, about the way Blake had disappeared after the school's fall, run off without a word, after everything. How much her absence ate at Yang, and how even after she'd pulled herself out of that hole she'd still held the anger at her absence close. That she was fine with Blake not being with them. Not being with her.

And how quickly that all evaporated when she did come back at Haven. And Yang's just watching her enthusiastically talking about how awesome wolves are, and how much Yang herself is one.

For a moment she just holds her gaze at Blake when she finishes talking, and Yang wishes she could keep going. Whatever else is happening right now, wherever they are or what the hell "Nirvana" really is, she realizes she could spend all evening listening to Blake Belladonna talk about wolves.

"...Thanks, Blake." It's quiet, and heartfelt. "I think you're right."