Big Salmon Lake i'll strike a violent pose

Low notes, vibrating growls, escaped from his vocal chords. Ears turned back and tail swaying stiffly, their teeth clacked and scraped against one another. However, his lips remained relaxed. No dramatic flash of his teeth for her. Not yet.

They were testing one another. Pushing boundaries. Feeling one another out. It was in a wolfs nature to do so this way. He felt the pinch of teeth on the skin of his cheek. He wrinkled one eye shut, as if in annoyance. Trying to pull away, gauging the force behind her hold.

He was not without an answer for her. Clipping at her scruff, his bite was firm but by no means meant to break the skin. Only to hold her in place and see how much she would take.