Silvertip Mountain I really hate sharks

"Ah" The wolf's struggle to speak made more sense and FitzDutiful instantly relaxed and sat down. This wasn't a hostile encounter, it was possible that his greeting at the borders of RHC had soured his feelings in a negative way.

"My name FitzDutiful" he said, pronouncing each of his words carefully and placing his right forefoot on his chest. "Your name?" he asked, pointing the same paw at the wolf in front of him. He was a distance away that the gesture couldn't be misinterpreted as a swipe, there was no way he could connect with this paw from this distance. Even though he was here to learn the language it didn't mean that things couldn't escalate quickly.