we'd feed well the land, and worry the sheep

[size=medium]It was with a certain air of prudent curiosity that Nakai trotted down the coast of his new home. Life here was so different to what he had previously known, his rank and place within the hierarchy too. He was treated with disdainful ignorance and passive hostility as though the wolves around him were quite determined to make him remember his place. It was baffling how much he had yet to learn and understand, the language of his brethren included. He was no believer by any standard and thus the pack's rituals and sacred faith was of only academic interest to the male. He would learn them and honour them, he mused internally as his paws sunk every so slightly into the wet sand, creating indents in a trail behind him, if only to gain acceptance. He shook his head slightly, heading on along the puddles on the beach in an effort to clear his head. Features serene and ears peaking forward he trotted on.
Ahead he could make out a familiar creature and instantly his serenity was replaced by an earnest mask of prudence and his posture lost some of it's pride. The coywolf a few stone's throw away was another mystery to him. He had yet to understand any of the individuals surrounding him but Caiaphas proved eternally more difficult than he was used to. And thus, uncertain to proceed (so unlike him, he sighed internally) he remained still only ten feet from where the smaller but much more powerful wolf was investigating whatever had caught her fancy.
He made no sound, nothing to alert her to his presence for he deemed it wise not to disturb her. And yet he did nothing to conceal himself either but remained with a stoic passivity in his posture, unable to his curiously peaking ears.[/size]