Deepwood Weald Against you, a weak defense

This game, it felt like a slippery version of tango between two loners who gauged each other's reflexion like a mirror. The smooth surface of the glass could make, or break, depending on the course of action. In the wilds, bluff, fear and agression often stepped together hand-in-hand; as best friends or worst enemies. Encounters were not always this subtle but also a possibility between species, the wolf and the bear, the wolf and the mountain lion. And now it was a confrontation between two wolves who had known the hardships of a loner's life.

His own facial expression remained a poker-face neutral, even if Farstep answered by also raising his tail and mirroring his own in the progress. The stakes were raised. As he tried to assess the situation, it appeared that neither of the wolves had any interest of causing harm but at the same time, neither one would back-down and move away. It appeared that Mees and the other wolf had reached a dead end unless one of the hot-heads would move away or raise the stakes even higher until there was a fierce agression with a point of no return.

Mees tried to take a different path, one he hadn't take before and he was curious about which way it would go because it wasn't entirely without a risk. He settled himself on the ground, right where he stood. Although remaining alert and tense, Mees stretched his front paws like an Egyptian Sphinx in front of himself and allowed his ears to stand-still and erect. A little like Anubis. His golden eyes pierced forward while watching Farstep's every move. He was still very willingly to defend himself if needed to be; thus leathery lips still covered his shiny row of teeth. But that could change in a heartbeat.