Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

What happened next was obvious to both Alphas, but very unclear to Farstep, who could discern none of what the lone male said. Although Jolon flattened into a more proper submission following Taggarik's warning, the Alphas did not show signs of pleasure. His eyes lingered on Capriccio's shoulders, which seemed to tighten rather than relax.

Next thing Farstep knew, Jolon was off and running. The subordinate wolf flipped forward his ears and his tail stilled as confusion and curiosity etched lines on his face. Capriccio left without much fanfare, and he watched her silver-dusted figure disappear along the borders before he turned back to Taggarik.

Though he didn't understand what Jolon's offense had been at the end and would puzzle over it for hours after the fact, he knew that his behaviour had never been wrong. He approached the Alpha male with his shoulders drooping, ears pulled slightly back and turned aside and tail wriggling low. He thrust his tongues out a few times in a bid for the leader's chin, hoping to graze it respectfully before taking his leave.