Ankyra Sound what height dare we not dare?

Embry held his gaze, tail swaying uncertainly as they faced eachother. The golden brawn wasn't sure whether this female was all the threat she looked to impose, what with her accountable size and posture. The sight merited her a gentle, ill-defined grin on his part. She was nothing short of intriguing, that was for sure.

     "Looking for something?" He wasn't sure if she could comprehend his dialect, but the words held true as he spoke - resonant in the silent ambience of evening. It was a shame, he realized as he erected his stance, muscles primed for attack, that she had not been born a wolf. Coyotes didn't mix well with wolves like him, especially considering the past he shared with them. Better to keep the claws sharp than lose them.