The Heartwood thunderstruck

He huffed heavily. A puff of cold air blasting past his nose. So far, Sovereign was controlling herself and had not gotten in trouble. Zharille appeared to be tolerating her. 

Rolling his shoulders, he watched Zharille as she approached him. He stood tall, his tail stiffly aligned with his spine. He tolerated her grab at the pale fur of his shoulder, but did not return the favors. Letting her close, there would be plenty of Sovereign's own scent on his fur. A way for her to scent the girl before getting more up close and personal.

When he had enough, he made it clear with a rolling growl and a snap of teeth on empty air. There was no menace in it. Just a simple back off, I am not interested. 

Why should he be? He was not yet of age. Ensio had no desire to compete. Far from forgotten, he turned and sauntered towards Sovereign, hoping that Zharille was following. His goal; get her accepted into their budding pack.