Luneshale Pass vibe control

Bruno notices the other wolf's presence as soon as he comes into view. A dark male, layered with copper, likely not too far off in age from Vermouth. Perhaps the two had clashed, and that was why Vermouth had asked Bruno about the pack. That did not mean that this place would welcome him, but Bruno was not even sure he wanted that. Again, the word reciprocity rung in his ears, a word that had been drilled into him since birth. One could not take without giving unless they wished to feel the consequences.
Unlike his run-in with Vermouth, this wolf claims this place. He does not appear to have a fully solid claim, but it is a far cry from the neutral ground west of here. Bruno responds as one should.
In deference, the yearling lowers his tail, his ears flatten parallel to the ground, and he lowers his eyes to two coppery front paws.