White tail waved behind the wolf, a flag of surrender and hopes of meeting another non-aggressive creature. His front half sunk down another inch, eyes watching to see if the male would show any of the obvious signs of play. To Minos' delight his tail moved, quickly and with a tension-less excitement. Mino watched it, staring past his face, for a moment. A white paw reached out, hitting the ground in front of the coyote, testing again to see if his reaction would be negative. Minos heard the name, but the forgot it just as he assumed the coyote had forgot his after speaking it. Those didn't matter anyways only smells and sight did. Names could be changed, by those crafty enough to think of such a trick. It was hard to change the scent of a creature.
The sandy male walked towards the tree, and the white follower tilted his head in wonderment. His question was an odd one, and Minos did not know what he was talking about. His gaze drifted to the yote and then to the tree he was looked at. "That's mine." He spoke, some what mater of factly. The wolf walked to the tree, his nose forward to check to see if was indeed his his. To his delight it was, and the pack-wolf looked to the other canine and confirmed it was the nod of his head and a smile. He wasn't sure if the other was understanding completely, which was odd. Tree marking was simply natural, "You want one?" The wolf asked with a inquisitive face, there were plenty and they both could have as many as they wanted.