In a moment, its head turned and it began to lick his hand.

I had to fight to keep from licking my hands.

He seemed concerned about me, licking my hands and face.

One of the dogs got up, came over and started licking my hand.

She started licking my hand, again for all the world like a cat.

He licked my hand as I patted him once more.

But the yellow dog went up to Peter and licked his hand.

I turned back to wolf shape and licked her hand.

He actually went up to Janie and licked her hand!

Then he licked Brady's hand and went back to the trail.