The strong survive [J]

The flashing teeth of both Tonravik and Iqniq were a clear signal that they wanted him to submit in order to feel safe. He wasn't dumb, he knew it wouldn't hurt him to submit, but he was stubborn, so his submission, although clear, was a forced bow with flat ears and tail tucked between his thighs while the fiery male circled around him. He too was an imposing wolf, holder of fire in all of him.

"I come to aid those with my name." he replied when his nose was almost touching the earth, "I am Aariak Tartok..." that he'd said it with pride and hoped it would answer all of the female's un-spoken questions. He felt a strange connection with the dark female, one that he was sure made his blood heat up. He had this feeling that he knew the female but he wasn't completely sure he'd seen her before. Everything about her screamed Tratok. Her scent. Her voice. The fire in her eyes.

When the male finished the circle around him and stopped at Tonravik's side Aariak allowe dhimself to rise his head, still staring at the ground.

"Am I in the right place?"