Silvertip Mountain I really hate sharks

He weighed his options for a moment, wondering how far around the mountain the pack had laid claim. The young Dotharan paced slightly, pausing when a pale wolf approached. His own pale eyes fixed on the wolf warily, ready to fight if he was unwelcome. But the wolf's body language spoke nothing of that. Instead, it seemed...friendly. That was strange.

His head cocked slightly to the side. He was still foreign to the language of this land, but he had picked up a few things from the coyote slaves. "No.....n-no..." He stuttered, angry at his own inability to speak correctly.