Lion Head Mesa Rules were meant to be pushed and pulled

Whoever it was did not answer, but they did come slightly into view.  It was too hard to distinguish much, but he did not move to approach.  They seemed apprehensive and he did not wish to seem threatening.  He wasn't in the mood for a scrap today.

"Friend or foe?" He asked instead, smile evident in his voice.  Perhaps they couldn't speak?  But the fur on the back of his neck rose a bit all the same.  After a few friendly encounters here, the initial silence was a bit unnerving.