Whitewater Gorge only one remained to haunt me.

One ear keeps pointed towards the injured wolf, while the other pulls back in certainty. Nervous, for he does not expect bared teeth, even if they are less aggressive and moreso defensive. A low whine vibrates in his throat, tail wagging between his legs to show further that despite his massive size, he is a friend, not a foe.

She rolls to her side, scarred belly displayed towards him in submission. Never before has someone exposed their stomach to him, and Evergreen himself never sought to be a dominant force. With his tail still swaying, the bearish wolf, however, takes this as an opportunity to approach. Perhaps she will not find the need to attack if he keeps his movements slow.

I won't hurt you, he says, trying again to communicate through words as well as body language. If she warns him, his approach will cease, but if she allows him, he'll attempt to inspect her injuries.