Despite his best efforts, the creature moved closer. Now it seemed to him that this was not even a wolf. Though her ears were pointed and she smelt wolfish, there was nothing else that reminded him of their kind. His imagination could not create an alternative, and Minos was left with unrelenting confusion. It played on his face freely, and his ears flattened against his skull so hard that they began to hurt with his effort. The wolf watched, though out of the corner of his eye. Face turned from her, and the omega showed his shoulder in hopes of calming her and showing once more that there was no need to get any closer.
Perhaps if she seemed even slightly like a wolf pup he was familiar with he would have been curious himself, eagerly sniffing and hoping to play. But the small beast that strode closer and closer was a mere shell of a pup. Fearing that she get just inches form him Mino felt his mouth open in a large yawn, yet another signal that he was unsure and that might just ease the approaching wolf. She stared at him, and after his assault of attempts at curbing her forward movements Minos simply fell to the ground. His upper body curved downwards, his lips no longer lifted in warning. She had not listened to the chesty growls and so the male merely went quiet and succumbed and lost the silent battle the pair waged.