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Her reaction was filled with sounds he didn't understand, but the tone was something he could at least glean some understanding from. It was laughable, actually. This entire situation. Instead of running from the perceived threat, Nechako was prideful enough (and stupid enough) to linger; and the she-wolf was not able to give chase, nor to really do much besides balk at him in her own way. Clearly neither of them knew what to do with one another. 

The stallion belched a snort as a response. While the cloud of his breath drifted around his elongated face, he seemed to size-up the wolf all over again. Then with an abrupt turn of his head and withers, he pivoted in the snow until his rear-end was facing the overbearing creature. He whisked his tail, lifted it, and began to defecate before Muses.

In his world this was a way of expressing agitation, or of proving one's greatness to a rival male. That, and it was really gross and smelly, which would offend anyone's sensibilities. Once he was finished, Nechako seemed to give the wolf a peripheral glance by turning his head and neck, but then he began to stride away from her — and the steaming pile of fresh feces — like the prideful asshole he was.
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