Silver Moraine XVII

Sunday Morning's tail stirred behind her in an effort to dissipate any tensions that might arise. Her ears pressed atop her crown in an additional attempt to make herself appear nonthreatening. Sunday Morning was not here to challenge or disrupt; only to become. Her gaze remained away, and one ear twitched as he spoke. Her gaze turned to him, though she did not look within his eyes. Sunday Morning only shifted her weight and whined, moving forward only an inch before looking away again.

The she-wolf knew it was up to this stranger to decide whether or not she would be welcome among them. Sunday Morning simply wanted to make it abundantly clear that she was not here to bring chaos or cause harm. Submissive, Sunday sought to steal no ones place... only find her own. Another anxious lick of her jowls, and as Mountain Boulder chuffed, she looked to him and offered a low whuff, tail beating gently against the earth. Sunday Morning crouched lower, moving then to lay on her side to offer the leader amongst them space to investigate.

Mountain Boulder trusted this man, and Sunday Morning thought her mate to be a sound judge of things.