Ready or not

She struggled with his name, and giving a nod after she had pronounced it better than the first time, the black boy tipped his muzzle slightly to the side, his fiery eyes appraising her without guilt. “Connie,” he offered, revealing the nickname his family had bestowed upon him since he had been a puppy. “Nice to meet you June,” he spoke then, his thoughts contemplating what Silvertip Mountain might be like.. and where it was. Casmir might know.
 
“What kind of message?” Was she seeking specific information? The ebony wolf’s tail gave an idle swing through the air, debating what it was he could share with an outsider – were Silvertip Mountain and Blacktail Deer Plateau even on friendly terms?