Kintla Flatlands Plates and Saucers

While Pallas studied plainly, Shrike did it much more subtly. His fleeting glances were met with coldness, though their lack of intensity caused Pallas to stow away what would have possibly been the beginnings of hostile body language. His glances continued and they seemed not unlike the abrupt tilt of a crow's head -- that was, until he panted and seemed to dissolve into the ferns that sheathed him. Her own body language remained confident, if vaguely assertive: her tail trailed above her hocks, a silent wave that seemed to regard his subordinate behavior. In stiff but deliberately placed steps the she-wolf turned towards him, her muzzle extended to sniff along his own. Unless he moved, she would trail her muzzle along his cheek to scent him, identify him, and, as all dominant wolves do, broadcast dominance by keeping her head above his own. When/if (don't want to PP!) the meeting ritual was done she would pull away and walk about him, noting the slightness of his frame and the shock of black that guarded his illuminant silver eyes.