Porcupine Ridge Melange, The Spice

The wolf regards the ember-cloaked woman with a level of mistrust bordering on frightful, but she stands upon the borders of his pack. For now, he is still reigning Beta and is confident that his pack, small as it may be, will back him up as needed. Yet when the woman begins an easy-going approach, he takes a step back and his eyes dart to the collar again as his nose flexes upward.

The position of her ears and her smile draw out of him his nature as Beta, however, and he can't help the lift of his head and forward flare of his ears. His tail twitches over his hips, giving an occasional sway that suggests he isn't playing around but the severity of his dominance isn't all there either. His blue eyes seek Tuwawi's, searching for the deference suggested by the rest of her. Without words to use, this primal ancient dance of dominant wolf and submissive wolf is his interview style.