Sheepeater Cliff Put down your sword and crown

Anwyl stopped moving forwards when he noticed the other males shift in position to a more intimidating one. Anwyl stood completely still, nerves starting to build up inside him. This might've been a big mistake. What if the other wolf was hostile? Anwyl lowered his head, afraid all of a sudden. He took up a submissive position, he tucked his tail and whimpered slightly. I-I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm. I-I just wanted to m-meet you. He squeaked, ready to either run, or stay if the male changed his mind. Anwyl was usually very friendly, but when meetings went the wrong way, his first instinct was flight, to get away or talk it out if he could. He'd never been a good fighter, his brothers's were the warriors. He was always just, him. The younger brother, who liked to talk, play, and enjoy a nice day.