Ghost Lion Crag move out

The wolf with the coat of coffee tones was seemingly eager to come forth, and that made Miyax nervous. She heard Bearskin issue an order with a rumble in her chest, and the other wolf did pause. It was an informative moment. Miyax now knew which was the dominant wolf and which was the more submissive — but there were still two versus one, so she did not feel safe. Still, she tested the limits of the dark wolf by talking a few steps closer and whisking her tail, ducking her head, almost purring with the hum of a high note.

Although the tawny wolf made her more nervous, they were closer to Miyax. She slunk towards them and sniffed at the air, then with a lowered body, scooted ever closer and let her face drift near to the stranger's fur. Her ears were pivoting all over, not wanting to miss any signals from the large and intimidating Bearskin. This wolf carried many smells amongst its hairs. Pine, snow, the musk of old meat, and layers of wolf-scent. Nothing dominated more than the mark of the bearlike she-wolf though, to which Miyax now shifted her attention, with care.