Perhaps he was in need of a den, a place to hide during the daylight hours. It would keep him out of sight, and away form those that might take advantage of his sensitive and submissive nature. These wolves seemed harsher then other he had met in the past. Minos thought it was the blood they held, but his leader said that was his blood too now. It was to make him stronger, and yet Minos felt nothing change in him and only noticed that he was more articulate It meant little to the silent wolf, willingly speaking a few more words was odd yes, but in these lands the language of his form did not take him far nor make an impression on anyone.
Rounding the old house Minos found the face of another. In an instant yellow eyes took in the message sent by the other male. White teeth shown in the sun’s light, and Minos leaned backwards though his paws did not move. It was instinct, to stay still and in his place. He always feared awakening the predator and calling it to chase him. Ear flattened, his own lips rising to show that he was aware of the other’s hope to intimidate and that he would not be broken too easily. A front to cover the fear that likely laced his normal scent.
The other’s face softened, and Minos gave a thin lined frown. His word meant so little, a greeting that Minos did not read as pleasant as the male perhaps wished it to be. The white coated wolf took what was spoken in his body far more serious. He wanted to say nothing in reply, and there was a silent pause that spoke of Minos’ real response. Ear flat, body tense and lowering slightly as the time passed. Still he was forced by recent experience to speak. “Hello.” It was right to say, though the whine that was hiding under they syllables was easily heard.
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