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the man approaches with exaggerated confidence despite the wounds he notes on his dark form as he draws nearer, greeting him with a half-growled hey to begin with. his ears pin back slightly, but his wary expression morphs quickly into confusion as the man seems to try again, friendlier this time. he cocks his head to one side, ears perking — only to promptly flatten once again as the man starts to snarl and curse. his first instinct is fear, but the anger doesn't seem directed at him at all. as he listens, he starts to feel a little bad for the other wolf; he's not sure he understands how anyone could struggle so hard with something as simple as being pleasant, but he wants to acknowledge the effort somehow. he lowers himself slightly, tail swishing, and creeps a couple steps forward with eyes bright and welcoming and definitely a touch concerned for the shaking in the male's limbs and his apparent delirium. his pity for the stranger blinds him to any aggression in his actions or expression; he only wants to reassure him that being nice isn't as hard as it seems.