Hushed Willows your heart knows things your mind can`t explain

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The she-wolf before him was old. Age had set in, and age meant survival. Age meant respect. But would she attack? Probably not. She was 7 years old, maybe. Maybe even more!

Snarl listened intently to the wolfspeak, almost reverent - and indeed he was hanging on to every exotic new word. The traveller, the Spirit, she had taught him the basics of wolfspeak through the bodyspeak they both knew naturally. He recognised "you" and "purpose" as words he knew. One meant whoever you were speaking to - that was him! - and purpose was why you did something. That word was stupid, though - you never chose to do something, did you?

You just did it. 

But perhaps there was a reason for coming here, instead of other terrtories, other Packs?

He yipped and yapped like a puppy in excitement, the joy of knowledge coursing through his brain for the first time. Snarl knew what he had to do.

Very slowly, and deliberately, he sat down. Waited. Crouched. Waited. Stretched. Waited. Rolled. Until he lay belly-up in front of the Respect.

He had no way of knowing that submission in the Teekon Wilds wasn`t quite so extreme, but for Snarl this was a big pawstep nonetheless.

He decided he liked the Respect, as long as she didn`t hurt him. But why would she? He was...what was the word? 

SUBMIT!

The word rose from his mind unbidden - his instincts were back. Despite himself, Snarl sighed at the loss of control. What was happening to him? Why did he suddenly like being in control?

@"Nova Rose" ? Idek xD Sorry \_{°]_/