Ghost Lion Crag youngblood

July's brief pause ended when he received no show of teeth or aggression from the young wolf. They were the only things that might've staved his approach; instead he was received with indecision, and the pale miscreant took that as an invitation to decide for him. He closed the distance between them eagerly, tail flagging and expression keen as he studied the gangling teen for a turn to negativity. There was a ribbit of some pitiful greeting or another, but July hardly heard it as he sought to invade the male's personal space with an exploratory nose.

He bobbed his muzzle forward, wary of potentially snapping jaws while posturing his own body to take the brunt of the stranger's reaction, whether that was to be attacking him or not. He hoped to engage him first in the exchange of their scents, but he certainly had an aggressively forward way of asking for this. But July risked using such tactics as they often served as a personality test on secondary notion. He was quickly able to separate the strong from the weak, the brave from the fearful, when he approached them this way.