Ankyra Sound I ain't ever had a type, having a type takes two

Skookumchuck lowered his head with uncertainty, ears sweeping down and back as he angled slightly away with a lifted paw. His amber eyes searched the space immediately around her. Seeing no prominent reason for her to react so defensively perplexed him. He did not question his nose; he knew he stood on no wolf's ground.

To know you. He answered plainly, standing relaxed with his less of his head and more of his shoulder presented to her. Behind him his tail continued to sway amiably. To get this fur out of my teeth. Skookumchuck inadvertently illustrated this point when he dropped his head momentarily to scrub his snout against the side of his leg.

His goals did not necessarily coincide, but they could.