Firefly Ravine On the fence

He did not like to submit, but there were always cases where submission was necessary. When the dark wolf approached, red eyes aglow in the midst of her shadowy cloak, Marbas felt it necessary to lower himself, pinning his ears back against his head and dropping his gaze to the ground at their paws.

Safe passage through your territory, he told himself to say - but his tongue would not heed him.

"I wanted to meet the alpha of these lands, to determine whether or not I would try to join this pack," he said delicately, knowing already that the shewolf was irritated. No matter how much he wanted to take those words back, to do so would probably only further incense her. Marbas held in a breath and waited for her response, silently wishing he'd replied kindly to the rust-colored shewolf when she'd arrived. He could've asked her to escort him through the lands, and he'd never have me the dark-furred alpha.