Redtail Rise cutting

He had to admit, a small part of him admired Ancelin for not backing down just yet. He did not expect him to. Red eyes set ablaze, he let loose another snarl that would make your eardrums hurt. Stiff legged, he took two measured steps closer towards his challenger.

He was being goaded. Baited. And he knew it. But he would not fall for it and give Ancelin what he wanted. There were ways other than violent force to settle a dominance dispute between wolves. Being largely accustomed to letting his body do the talking, Relic was comfortable resorting to primal body cues.

When Lilia stepped on the scene, albeit only as a spectator, one might think the Redtail would be distracted by her. She went unacknowledged and would remain so until she stepped in, or the spat between the males was over. But he did posture a little taller, as if showing off while she watched.

With Ancelin trying to push buttons and not giving ground, Relic upped his intensity. Head carried high, ears pricked forward in aggression, he moved slightly to the others right side. From there he would attempt to place his chin over the nape of Ancelin's neck. A classic move called a chin rest. One of the more passive tactics to assert dominance. If he was allowed to do that much, he would apply firm pressure to force Ancelin to lower his head.