The Sunspire When the Sunset Meets the Shadow

So my laptop yesterday decided to die on me because I kept forgetting to plug it in, which is why I stopped responding to threads so soon… (When it says that I’m on ALL THE TIME on Who’s Online, it’s because I’m always logged in on my phone, but I abhor typing responses to threads on my phone…)

“M’names Jace,” said the male, as he stepped out from under the overhang.

He towered over Red, which frightened her a little, and she felt the need to submit to him. Something in the way he held himself told her that he was an Alpha, or something close to it. Or maybe it was just wolf instinct. Wolves were generally good at distinguishing hierarchy. It was needed to keep the peace within a pack. You couldn’t have submissive wolves stepping on the toes of the higher-ups. That would cause tension, and tension could destroy a pack.

She lowered her body in accordance with the rank difference, but continued to wag her tail. He seemed friendly enough, willing to talk to her, and much less scary out in the open, even though he was bigger than her. “Red,” she responded, by giving a single bark. Afterwards, she wasn’t sure what to do. She had never been very good at speaking, so she was at a loss.

Instead, she stared up at him with big eyes, begging him to say or do something that she knew how to respond to.