Steve leans into the ruffling - not a lot, but enough to feel briefly heavy against Scott's hand and to definitely, definitely have just how warm he is felt. Then he backs off a couple of feet, looks back while Scott is looking at him and just gazes back with a mildly incredulous gaze. Nicest wolf he's met? How many are there, exactly? He can't help but wondering that, but given where he is and things Thomas said - possible He waits a second or two, then leans forward and pushes his nose at Scott's shoulder, not trying to unbalance him, so much as nudge him. Then looks back over his shoulder and whines. He's going to have to work on his Lassie impression.