Dawnlark Plains Hinterlands

Shadow-posted! Fixed my post :)

Deep in the creases of tension there is something more. An uncertain pyre yet lit between them, and Warbone thought he might seek to ignite it. No violence spawned between them in the critical moment of silent introduction, and the lift of his tail changed marginally: speeding up, and discernibly lifting. Satisfied, he snorted and jerked his head in a stiff shake, tucking his chin as he pranced backwards several steps, chest swelling in a proud display. It was in that moment he realized he had a tail, and he looked over his shoulder at Flora. He did not invite her forward, yet unsure of how the male feels about him, let alone a compatriot of his. He rigidly motioned for her to remain back, and turned his face back to the wanderer.

Not yet comfortable with the idea of horseplay with a stranger, he chose instead to offer his favorite pasttime and participate in what he knows to be a constant necessity for the life of a lone wolf. It would show them both, what the other was capable of. "Hunt with me," a question without questioning, and his pale eyes keenly search the sable male's sound expression.