Phoenix Maplewood you are a forest fire, set the world aflame

Well, she didn't attack. Zephyr kept a neutral stance, tipping his head in curiosity. He did not submit to the dark female, but he did let her keep her space. An ivory smile split the crow black fur of his face, kind and open. It was clear this male wanted nothing to do with aggression in his stance and the calmness of his bright green eyes, but his well-muscled and scarred frame suggested that he was no stranger to fighting. He was a walking conflict, so to speak, but it bothered him none. Zephyr settled into a comfortable sit, blinking curiously at her silence. Such a dominant female was not going to back up her apparent claim with any words? Very well. The black male, right then, decided that this wouldn't be the land for him. It was gorgeous, plentiful in prey, and homey, but the lingering scents and obvious recent occupation was deterring, even if he wasn't more of a mountain residing wolf anyways. Regardless, he was SURE this was not anyones, or at least nobody that cared. Why else would the borders have dwindled, and why would there be rotting meat in all the caches?
       "Hello. My name is Zephyr."
He spoke only just loud enough for her to hear, a deep respect lining each meaningless word. Though he was  naturally dominant wolf, this was not his turf.... It greatly helped that this wolf before him was a FEMALE, though he couldn't even tell himself he'd have bothered with a fight with even another male.