Deepwood Weald Against you, a weak defense

Being cautious was the one thing that kept prey animals alive, with their senses always on alert, they spotted stalking predators more easily. However an approach with caution could also be instilled into the heart of a lone wolf because nature knew all sorts of hidden enemies even if wolves were topping on the foodscale; from confrontations with cougars and mountain lions to pack wolves. Come closer to their borders and not all would welcome other wolves into their home.

However the level of caution was bordering on a fight, flight and freeze reaction the moment Mees came eye-to-eye with another loner on neutral ground. Here, they were both kings and beggar's, rules and subordinates; everything at once. He who stole the bone was he who showed a sign of strength. Mees was assertive, he raised his tail up a little higher while his ears stood erect. He was confident, slightly dominant but definitely not agressive. There was honesty in his body language; don't mess with me and I don't mess with you. Yet he didn't approach.

Mees too remained frozen in his tracks for the moment, he needed to assess the situation before making a solid decision. He huffed and gruffed like a fierce dragon, but all he said and wanted to say was that he meant no harm. But without words, did Farstep still understand his speech. The one thing he tried to say, without words. The raven-painted wolf wasn't entirely certain.