He listened to her speak to him and his heart hurt. He wouldn't be able to tell her what his name was. Silently he hoped she could read as he started to draw his name in the dirt. His claws working diligently to make sure it was legible for her. Razboinic He then pointed to himself.

He listened to her call him her soul mate and his body tensed up. He felt her words were true, but he couldn't help but thinking that he would have to let her get near him, touch his body, his scars. Was a little much for the large male, but none the less he could see the fear in her eyes that he would reject her. So gently he moved close to her. Laying down at her paws and turning onto his side and giving her his stomach.

This was a sign of submission in wolves. The stomach and throat are the softest and easiest parts of a wolf to tear into to kill them, if a dominant wolf gives another his or her belly and neck. He hoped that she'd see this as him accepting her, accepting that he was ultimately his and he would not walk away from her. This was the only way he knew how to communicate with her. His heart started pounding though, panic rising in him. The last time he was like this, his father was trying kill him for telling him in his own way that he was taking the girls from their deranged family. If he stayed like this for much longer he'd surely go into a panic attack.