Tormented Tarns slipping away

The big dark male tipped his head in confusion and mentally checked himself. He was in no way being dominant or aggressive, do why was this white male acting like so? He was being genuinely friendly.... Oh well. He'd take one more shot at it, but his grassy eyes dulled in sadness. 
       "I mean no harm. Of you'd rather me go now, I will." 
He didn't change his posture but his tail did stop wagging, hanging neutral. His smile had faded long ago, and was now replaced by a confused look only described by "what the fuck man?".  He was obviously not afraid of the smaller and younger male, but rather upset at the fact this wolf didn't want to befriend him. Zephyr needed to keep reminding himself that not everyone was like this, not everyone wanted to be a part of his family.