Ever since red wolves 1784 and 1794 were released in the Museum’s Red Wolf Enclosure, the male has followed the female wherever she roamed, relentlessly. She, wanting no part of him, would allow no closer than perhaps a dozen feet between them before she would turn, bare her teeth, arch her back, and, if necessary, lunge at him.
Our female is entering estrous and she is now allowing the male closer approach, although she still holds him back with a show of teeth and occasional lunge.
The following sequence reveals much about what’s been going on over the past few days. That’s her reclining.
These bouts are increasing. I’m predicting mating within the next day or two. I could be wrong, but I’m sticking to it.