Mariposa would nod at the male, understanding that he would not take any bitching from her. He looked like the type of wolf to be quick tempered and not be one to take any bitching from other wolves. She would watch him as he would shuffle around almost endlessely, commanding the female to show him her defenses in fighting. So, she would obey, her sharp claws digging into the soft earth for traction. She would bare her teeth and lower her head and neck, covering her vital soft spot on her neck. She would open her maw in a snarl and narrow her orange eyes into concentrated orange slits, her tail sticking straight out, aligning with her spine for balance.
