Redhawk Caldera growing black irises in the sunshine

Well that didn't work out so well. She did a fine job of relaying the message and the corresponding reply, but Njal saw the pale wolf turn a scrutinous eye upon him - even from that distance - and felt like he had ruined a possible friendship. And when Wildfire questioned him about her response, he could only give a little shrug and a small, gruff laugh. "She thinks I'm being rude. It was only a joke though." But that didn't detract from how rude it actually kind of was; then again, Njal wasn't aware of how meticulous Dove was when it came to her pelt. He'd never been very good at talking to the ladies, regardless.

"It looks like she wants you to leave now." He noticed, motioning with his nose over Wildfire's head. Dove had gotten up and looked rather irate, waiting for the girl. Njal couldn't get another word out before the distant she-wolf, apparently noticing how the two of them seemed to be plotting, shouted for Wildfire's attention. "You did good, kid. Maybe next time I'll get you to say something nicer." He lowered his head then, crouching low so that he could talk to Wifi on her level. "What'dya say?"