Porcupine Ridge Melange, The Spice

The opposing woman is a perfect picture of submission. Perhaps it's the warm weather or the fact that he's appeased by her actions, but the wolf feels a calm settling over him in spite of the contraption strangling Tuwawi. Her soft gaze stokes the fire of dominance in his belly and her wiggling tail brings a joyous shake to his own. The wolf has misjudged this one based upon her unwilling accessory, and while he still doesn't understand it, Tuwawi still acts the part of a reasonable wolf.

And this particular male wolf has no way of questioning what the device is capable of; he knows naught of such things.

Taking the opportunity presented to him, the beta wolf steps near to Tuwawi. He investigates the collar first, sniffing it with weaving motions of his head, in-and-out, so his snout never quite touches the band but he flinches away nonetheless. Only when he's satisfied that it is non-threatening does he explore further, seeking to collect the scent from the crown of Tuwawi's head. All the while he stands part neutral, part stiff, as if unsure whether to act in dominance or stand down in friendship. Her reaction will determine this for him, and until then, he will continue exploring her scalp and even her ruff if permitted.