She meets his gaze, her posturing making him want to rise against her, just to prove to her he is the strongest. But, he averts his gaze and flattens his ears for a moment, not wishing to fight a new ally. He keeps his body relaxed, his tail respectfully below her own dominant station, maintaining the decorum of the meeting. He is here for a home, disrespect will get him nowhere. Jumanji is content letting others lead, he has no interest in crowns or glory, perhaps something inherited from his father. His blood may be thick with that of alphas, but his mind is decidedly against such responsibility. Make no mistake, though, he is not some blind sheep to follow a herd around.
The ritual of catching scents begins, and Jumanji is content to let her take his own in, his own nose twitching a bit as he takes hers. The smell of the season still clings to her fur, though he could tell her time has ended, her scent telling him all he needed to know. Tess was to be a father then, well congratulations to him. Jumanji himself hoped to produce two litters this year, one from that delicious vixen Lurid, and the other from that girl he saved and ravaged. Equal parts savior and tormentor, it seemed to fit the monochromatic male.
Jumanji would be a fool to miss the amusement in her gaze at the mention of her other half. The two had always held interest to him, even as a younger pup. They seemed to fit each other perfectly though, and if you find your match in another, he thinks they should keep it. Incest looks good on them. He just hoped they didn't expect them to let it go, not a constant torment, though, only a few passing phrases. As stated before, he is no sheep. He will not bow simply because the alphas wish him to bow, nor will he stop his incessant testing. It is simply who the male is.
At her signal, Jumanji grins and falls into step behind and off to the right of her, following her toward the beach. He likes it here, the air is clean though perhaps a bit salted and crisp. Her pace easily continued, fully expecting him to be trailing along, and she was correct in her assumption. The pines reached out to Jumanji, scraping his sides and proving themselves to be adept at combing the loose fur from his pelt. They passed through the changing land, reaching the sand dunes where Caligula pauses, Jumanji taking his time and pausing beside her as she exhales. Black ears move about as he listens to the gulls and kites bicker over dead sea life. Ridiculous birds, sea gulls, full of only one ambition and that was to eat.
She picks up the pace once again, and as he did earlier, Jumanji trailed behind and beside her, his head level with her hips. He took a second to note the way the sand felt shifting beneath his black paws, noting how simple it would be to track someone through the dunes and even the beach itself provided the tide did not wash away all trace of the one being tracked. Jumanji picks his gaze up off the wet sand of the warf line, looking in the distance to see the wolf he sought. Caligula moved into a trot, but Jumanji did not share in her pace, letting them have a moment before needing to deal with him. Tesseract revolves around Caligula's frame in what Jumanji would deem inappropriate marking. Everyone in Moladion knows who the dark queen belongs to, unless they are blind, deaf or dumb.
He averts his gaze from the display of affection, his ears tilted back slightly. Being raised by a distant mother did not truly prepare one for such...disgusting things such as this. The boy hates any form of affectionate touch, sight, smell, or what have you. Rather antiromantic, he would say, but he does not care. It doesn't strike him as wrong, just...gross. Chancing a glance back at the siblings, Jumanji catches Tess catching sight of him and he lowers his head. This is all he offers in the form of submission, his ears back, head tilted slightly sideways and a small smile playing on his lips. I am. Jumanji by name, though. I have come to build your house more, if you'll allow it. And with that, Jumanji lifts his head to a more natural position.
Dark haunches lower to the ground to allow Jumanji to sit before Tesseract, his own ears cupped forward, though not with the dominance of the king, only mere interest. The subconscious way that Tess leaned into Caligula brought a smirk to Jumanji's maw. He rolls his yellow and jade eyes, making a clucking sound with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. For goodness sake, man, if I wanted your sister, I would have her already. Get off her before you make the whales vomit and it washes up on our feet. His smile broadens, his tail thumping the ground behind him to show his humor. Home or not, the boy will be himself.
