Sea Lion Shores ride through

Charon was just investigating a funny-looking plant when he heard a voice behind him. He left the plant alone for the moment and looked up, where he saw another wolf. Unfortunately for the other wolf, Charon had little experience with other languages, besides a word of Norse here and there from Ragnar and Thistle, and so he had no idea that the language he spoke was called 'English'. He did, however, figure that the other wolf might be speaking something other than what he spoke. For all he knew, 'English' might be 'hi' in whateverlanguage.

"Say what now?" the yearling asked the other wolf. He turned his left side towards the other, so that the wounds on his right shoulder and back weren't visible; nobody needed to know that he was weakened, least of all some weirdo stranger. Although, for his odd use of words (or rather, 'word', so far), Charon had to admit that he looked like a capable wolf. He couldn't smell any particular pack scent on him, so maybe he was a loner. Hopefully he didn't live here; but then, so far he didn't seem threatening at all, so Charon hoped that meant he wasn't defensive about this land, at least. "You from around here?" he asked, even though he had no clue if the wolf spoke the same language; but talking to him seemed the only way to find out if he did.