Bunny?
Black nose dug into the snow after a round black pellet that lay gently on the snow, just as softly as the rabbitie paw prints that barely sunk into the powder. Minos began to dig, though the scent of the small mammal was stale and lingered only lightly. He growled as he scrapped through the snow, the flakes flying to his side. No. There was nothing there. The white male stood, front half down in the hole he had just created with back end in the air, and looked out to see if just by chance he had scared another creature with his tactics. No. He saw nothing. Nothing came to his nose, at least anything that owned a cotton ball tail.
Bounding out of the small hole the Dahlian trotted to the next tree that called for his attention, and spread the Dahlian scent once more. Leg lifted, he heard a voice. Quickly Minos went into action. He bounded around the tree, turning to face the maker of the greeting. His tail waved, and he stretched his neck out to smell him. He smelled of coyote, and of the pack that had attacked his alpha. But those creatures had been attacking the brown wolf at the moment, and this male sowed no sign of wanting to hurt him. Though, it was important to be cautious. Would the tan male want to show he was better? Minos watched his body language and found no tension in it, so hidden agenda and hopes of showing that Mino was indeed the omega.
Minos stepped out from the trees cover, tall even but wagging with pleasant curiosity. The other’s tone had been welcoming, and so he took the invitation. “I’m Minos.” he stated with the next step closer. Yellow eyes blinked, ear forward and his front end lowered slightly in the beginnings of what might be called a bow. Testing the waters was dangerous. But he had yet to find a friend.
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