Hoshor Plains Lost in the plains

Crius made his way to the female, he crept in front of her, tail between his legs. She wasn't all that intimidating, at least no as he thought. Still, she could be in a pack of psychos like that Cicero fellow he had met. As usual, Crius would put on a mask of good intention. Maybe this wolf wouldn't be so quick to run away. He bowed his head, trying to be regal, maybe wolves in these parts were "regal". 

"Hello, I am Crius," He began, voice soft, eyes to the ground. He attempted to look as submissive as possible, so that maybe, just maybe this wolf wouldn't run away like the others.