Sunbeam Lair baby, i do what i like

He's getting nowhere. Out of options and caught in a need to see how this ends, Zephyr defaults to what he knows best. The one thing he knows soothes the anger of most wolves; deference. His ears slick back in silent submission, head lowering, shoulders sinking slightly. He reaches forward slowly, through any growls or snarls, to press a few tentative licks to his chin. A soft whine accompanies the movement, a formality more than anything. There's a chilly note to the gesture that marks it for what it truly is; not an action born of fear or a true desire to submit, but of a desire to placate Daighre, to reassure the blonde of his intentions.