Grouse Thicket Smile costs nothing

Her shift in attitude was shocking, to say the least. He almost could've sworn that while blinking the growling, cautious she-wolf had run off and been replaced by a completely new, more welcoming one. However, their scents were the same and he knew such an idea was ridiculous. This "new" wolf was one he could get used too, all the tension in his shoulders released, no longer gripping onto his muscles with fear. Their kind look was returned with a similar one, however, it disappeared with the words tall dark stranger. Was that really what he looked like? He couldn't help but hold his head a little taller. With this newfound confidence, he attempted to mirror that of a courageous and knight-like wolf, giving a suggestive smirk and glancing down at her with salacious-intent. "I'm Atticus, and you?"