Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

She completely understood his distrust - she was a creature of logic. She had screamed at him - called him names and had even disrespected him to make him feel as ignored and abandoned as her. She was the daughter of Nemesis, but that did not define her. She was, in her humble opinion, prettier and way better with actually showing affection to the wolves she cared about. Not that that list was long or anything, but still. 

It came as no surprise that he wanted proof - and she had to figure out a way to convince him that she was on his side (or at least on a different side than Nemesis'). She took a deep breath and her ears slid down. She knew not much of actually being submissive, but she let her instincts run loose and with it came a bow. Her nose close to the earth, tail loosely hanging between her speckled legs, she almost crawled closer to him. It was this, death or a place beside her mother. The latter two options were out of the question.

If silent permission was given, she'd look up to try and lap at his chin with the smallest of whimpers. Yes, this was embarassing, but luckily for Nyx it was just Damien. She had the strange feeling he would not mock her for showing her respect in this way. I never bowed to anyone. She revealed.