Lion Head Mesa I know you can hear me

Kingdom. Not quite the word he would have accepted; but rather territory or domain. Nonetheless, they all meant the same thing.

So this land belonged to the little white wolf. He'd said nothing more than the fact, continuing to wait for something. The beast was slightly confused for a moment, but eventually he understood.

Since his hulking size already forced him to look down upon the stranger, there was no way for him to appear as though he were bowing. Instead, he slid down over the ground and laid upon his belly so that he would somewhat meet the height of the white man. Then, for added measure, the beast sounded a small, heavy chuff and set the flat of his snout upon the ground. Submission. Was this what he wanted? If so, this is the only way he could give it.