Precarious Situation

Macawi listened intently as the black she-wolf began explaining what she needed to do to get into Jinx's good graces. She would not mess up her chances. She couldn't. She had to be there for Erika. Why she had latched herself onto her half-faced friend so tightly, she didn't quite know. It was odd, really, but Macawi didn't care. Erika was her only real friend in this new place (besides one other wolf she had met named Thistle) and the coy-wolf was determined to make their friendship last for long years to come.

And so, as the she-wolf finished speaking and glanced back at her, Macawi said, "Coyote understands. Be respectful, but don't grovel. Only refer to Jinx as Alpha and use submissive postures. Macawi will stay low to the ground and keep her tail between her legs. She will never look directly at the alpha. She will use nice words, even if Jinx is mean again. Macawi will do these things for Erika, her sister-in-soul. Anything else Macawi needs to do? Would brining some sort of offering help? Or perhaps pledging herself to the pack in front of Alpha? Anything?"

Macawi knew she sounded slightly desperate, but at this point she didn't care. She really would do anything -- well… almost anything.