Porcupine Ridge provisions

She knew the game. She knew the rules. She was the sort of wolf he expected at his borders, not the last few he had received who trespassed and thought his dominance was offensive, threatening, or misplaced in some fashion. He responded by waving his tail and drawing his mouth into a subtle smile - not that her respectfully averted eyes would notice.

He seated himself then. By adopting a casual and relaxed posture, he signaled that her submission was no longer required. She had shown she knew her place, and he was satisfied. "So," he hummed. "What's your name? I take it you're looking for a home."