Wapun Meadow caligulove

as the herd rustled unsteadily, following the movements of the two large wolves flanking them, stigmata turned his head to see that the other wolf had given up her position, and was now advancing to thwart his progress. the general eased into a full stop and revolved slowly to face the broad, mocha she-wolf. he chose not to discourage her approach, but neither did he appear inviting; his expression grim and posture set rigid.

the only movements he made were the slight wriggling of his tail, and questioning cant of his head, once she'd come (what he deemed to be) near enough. but even these social gestures seemed to be more  like warnings than they were actual greetings, and his eyes fell steadily to her face as he waited mutely for her to explain the interruption.