Emberwood whitemarch

The white wolf had remained oddly still, his lips curled into a thin line as his ears flattened. Falwasi seemed to have a quite a few things brewing on her mind, and all of them were perfectly called for. Dovev had been the one to put himself first and ignore whatever foundations that were laid out in the Creek.

I know, he spoke with little conviction in his voice. There was a slight tint of sadness in his voice, but the male had moved closer with small steps. He was now facing her, nose twitching as his eyes silently studied her. Falwasi had been a generous and his closest companion in the pack, but Dovev had never thought about her past whether or not she'd be able to join him on a patrol or a hunt. He didn't need to- the mentality of subjugating sexes in his northern family was so rampant that the male never imagined he'd have to interact with a female on an intimate level ever again. But he rather liked the iciness that had turned Falwasi's warm golden eyes cold, no matter the fact that they showed how pissed she was.
His banner waved slowly, the bottom half curled and eventually tucking between his legs as he lowered his skull, plaintively looking up at her. I was curious to see if you were still there.