Waterfowl

Majesty continued to sit and do absolutely nothing. In his mind, there was no reason to get involved - unless, of course, the males in front of him decided to get into a fight. He took in the one farther away, the silver-white one with the scar on the side of his face. He was imposing enough, but Majesty figured he was probably bigger. He had no intention of doing anything to either wolf - except break up any fighting that happened. Otherwise, he would simply continue to wait.

He watched as the lone wolf became suddenly agitated and stalked towards the silver male, snarling, hackles raised. Nervous about what could potentially happen now, he stood up, ready to take a preventative action if need be. Despite knowing that he could very easily be hurt or killed if he got in the way, he felt the need to be a moderator. He was not much of a fighter himself, and even though he didn't like to butt in on other wolves' problems, he wasn't about to let a fight break out right in front of him if there was another way to solve whatever problem this was. So, he stood, ready to run at either one of them, and waited.