Two Rivers Isle to be silent out of spite

The wolf had thought that maybe the nightwater had disillusioned him to her size, but as the cream and downy creature came ashore, he realized that her stature and her youth were even more plainly drawn on dry land. She was too wary, he supposed, to approach him herself, but the dominant male had no qualms with being the instigator. His tail wagged a little fiercer as she bowed to the earth, which he took as a visual cue to inspect her, and the brute came nearer with slow, sure-footed steps.

Ears pressed forward, he lowered his head and extended his muzzle towards her. He gave the girl an opportunity to snap at and deny him, by starting his nonverbal inquest of her facilities at her own mouth. From there, if allowed, he'd sniff at her ruff and back— touching, perhaps too— but he was careful not to get ahead of himself. Darcia moved at the deliberate pace of a sloth.