Sequoia Coast %Sharp words and bloody paws

Advin heard it. The disgusting sounds of paws colliding with rock. The click-clack of toenails, the feral, uncivilized breaths of the dumb brute. A wolf. Advin's eyes darted left and right, trying to pinpoint the sound. Hastily climbing up into a tree, he peered down and waited. Sniffing once more, he only recognized one source of the sound- meaning he would be facing a loner. His head darted around, trying to see the wolf. he caught a few glances of her sleek, streamlined body. It was obvious she took care of herself, unlike he did. He starred at himself in disgust. For whatever reason, he felt more inclined to speak to this wolf rather than attack it outright. He decided to try to communicate with it- that is if it was capable of communication.
Leaping down from the trees, he growled, trying to get its attention. With a proud purr, he announced himself to the wolf.
"WOLF" he cried. 
"HEAR ME, FOR I AM ADVIN"