Kintla Flatlands Plates and Saucers

The slender male did not move away as the larger female started toward him, though his posture did tense slightly. She moved with a purposeful step, and again he noticed with a quick glance that her posture was dominant. He did not curl into submission but remained neutral and calm, one ear turned toward her now and his face turned just slightly, so he could keep her within his view should she make any sudden movements. He could not forsee her suddenly charging and attacking him for no reason- it simply wasn't natural for a wolf to do so, unless they were protecting young or defending a kill, and he could smell neither about her. 

His tail wagged gently between his ankles as she approached, coming close enough to touch her muzzle to his cheek and begin to trail along his body. Subserviently, he laid his ears back and tilted his muzzle up so that he could gently lick the very corner of her lips to appease her before she moved along his body. He kept his head low, sniffing her elbow as she passed around him, keeping all four feet rooted to the ground as she looked him over. This was her right as the dominant wolf, decided speechlessly between the two of them. He remained still, to await a verdict.