Ankyra Sound Let the masquerade begin

As her fur bristled, his did not. He questioned why she would be defensive, he showed no aggression. Perhaps she was intimidated by his size - or maybe didn't like him watching her just as carefully as she was to him. Nevertheless, if he wanted to have a safe place to sleep, to rest his leg and let the swelling go down in his joint as opposed to guarding himself with one eye open as an injured loner - he had to behave. Even if it meant going against every fibre of his being desiring to challenge her right back. He was quite relaxed for the time being, tail losely between his legs, his legs lazily holding himself up.

I'd rather not have an audience of more than one, plus the leader. he replied. I wasn't hiding my presence. He pointed out. He would have masked his scent otherwise, or even tried too. Would have stuck to brush and fallen logs to keep himself from being spotted by any wanderer, instead, he chose to openly walk. A lone wolf has to watch themselves in the presence of numbers in a pack.