Deepwood Weald Against you, a weak defense

Those who remained silent, stiff as if frozen were the most dangerous. Their wordless action poised with unpredictability made a passing judgement almost impossible. But both wolves talked without ever opening their mouths, Farstep by his incling curiosity and Mees by his current position. Every breathe, every movement, every moment they were conversating even in the silence. Mees disapproved Farstep's steps, he came closer and closer. There was a nervousness within his step, a fight or flee possibility. Even if he was closing the gap, the raven-painted male did not know why he wanted to get closer. After all, there were many paths he could take to move away, out of here. Of all paths, of all choices, he decided to take the most dangerous one.

The raven-painted male was not often known for his agression, his feralness or ferocity. But Farstep was balancing carefully upon a thin line of patience and from here on, things could go either way. A low-pitched, yet loud and vocal growl rumbled from the depths of his throat out in the open. A warning, a sign of disapproval for coming too close. Mees knew that a startled wolf, one driven by nervousness, could be unpredictable. But then again, so could he. Still, there was a predictability within his chosen actions; come too close and he might snap. His shiny, sharp teeth remained hidden ..for the moment.