Blackfeather Woods Break your own rules

She seemed to be pleased by his display of subordination; Lotan was no stranger to the mechanics of pack hierarchy, and as an outsider, he was the low man on the totem pole in this situation. He wasn't afraid of her, necessarily, but he was a peaceable wolf and would take the actions required in order to prevent a scuffle.

His ears pricked when she asked a question, and he relaxed his stance just slightly. He allowed his joints to straighten so that he stood at his full height once more, though he kept his head and tail lowered. "Yes, I'm from Ouroboros Spine," he said, prepared to answer any other questions she leveled at him.