Moonspear Everyone sees what you appear to be

Norah had met plenty of leader figures in her short life to recognize one, when it presented itself to her. Unlike other species, wolves rarely downplayed their true importance. Quite the contrary, they carried themselves proud and arrogant, the only difference being that some made a show out of it, while others - like this specimen - knew their true value and did not need cheers and applause from outside.

This man she could respect. Maybe. 

Norah let out a small sigh, raised to her feet and approached the man and stopped on the verge of what distance was considered polite. She kept her pose a tad bit tuned down than that of the leader's, but there was no fear in her eyes, when they traced the facial features of him, collecting as much information as she could in that brief moment before she had to speak. "Greetings, king of the mountains," she told him levelly and dipped her muzzle out of courtesy, and for the rest of the conversation kept her gaze averted.

"May I know, who do I have the honor to talk with?" she asked and with the corner of her eyes she registered a shadow join the man.