Raised

The male was within his right mind to turn around in that moment of power and take Fox and her pack as his right then and there, but he was compelled to stop by the appearance of another male. There Farstep stood, bristling with tail held up as though he owned the world, his ego considerably boosted by his daring scent marking despite having no desire to lay claim to this inhospitable piece of rock, and here was his challenger.

He wasn't terribly inclined to fight other wolves if they took offence to his brash actions, and would have preferred the safety, comfort, and status quo of the pack, but a lone wolf had only one concern, and that was himself. He could not predict Majesty's temperament from looks alone, and words were nothing but nonsense noises to him, so he would do it physically, as he did all things physically. His body was rigid, yet he approached, one step at a time, with eyes never leaving the other male.

Farstep was good at testing his boundaries and pushing them as far as he possibly could, and it wouldn't have been odd behaviour for him to draw right up to the other, nose to quivering nose, just to test his tolerance. He didn't recall Majesty at all from the day at the lake, which was probably a good thing.