Porcupine Ridge Melange, The Spice

Though the ember's gaze was steeled upon the wolf's paws, she could feel the power of his distrustful stare fixed upon her figure and the collar. He stiffened, moving back as she approached. Tuwawi paused — thoughtful enough to not press further into the male's space — yet the desire to become apart of something greater suddenly resurfaced in the jaded Sveijarn. It spurred her to appease the beta with further displays, wanting to pacify his worries. The fact that she had once asserted herself as an alpha did not dampen her submissive actions, for they were in earnest. Yet it was noted that her past honorifics did not matter here. As a lone wolf, she was at the mercy of this creature's judgement.

The Wolf would find her silver eyes, but they would be lowered from his line of sight amongst her soft expression. Tuwawi's ruddy ears tipped backwards, crown dipping beneath the height of his shoulders. Her tail wagged softly to and fro as she yawned, hoping to relieve this creature of his anxious wariness. Her tongue poked out - wanting to lick at his chin... yet he was still a pace or two away. She welcomed his inspection, and slowly began to lower her core - anticipating the need to show her underbelly, should he ask it.