Broken Boulder What A Man Can Do

Jim, though struggling not to pant in the other's face, almost stared up at him in his pissed mood. He'd come all this way to escape wolfkind, not encounter more! Darn and curse his bad luck. As such, the smaller wolf's neutral stance and neutral face looked up, stepping back so that he could better see whatever wanted to interrupt his cool-off time without craning his neck.

"Hello" He replied warily, assessing the wolf to see if he'd need to make a run for it. Jim's body was physically exhausted, but he wasn't in shape to fight. However, he hid his body language so that it stood strong, confident in his nonexistent abilities. The other male wouldn't be able to see through the facade for as long as Jim wanted to hold it for, but Jim knew he couldn't hold it for long. 

Only for long enough to make sure the other male wouldn't be a threat.

"What're you doing around these parts, good sir?"