Heron Lake Plateau don't touch anything

Dovev shuffled down low to the ground, his own eyes matching her iciness but his body conveying submission. He looked angry but defeated, being in no position to challenge her directly. It was enough trying to contain himself from snarling back in instinct. His skinny frame brushed the earth below as he sunk from a sitting position to bow on the ground, looking up with flattened ears.

Sorry miss, he said with genuine sincerity. Any female who was up-in-arms always packed a little more punch than just the usual ticked off wolf. However, he wasn't going to completely back down and slink off like some browbeaten snake.
I don't see why I have to leave.
His jaw lifted, topped with a twitching nose. This isn't your land.