Shy Deer Steppes Where am I headed too?

Hiraku noted that the "fox" didn't talk much, and seemed to take offense in his question. As the other walked past him, he noticed that the "wolf" scent, while weaker, came from his coat. With his supposed insult of a question coming in mind, he bit his lip. The "fox" may as well have been a "wolf". Feeling ridiculous of letting his guard down so easily, he could believe that the fox-wolf (he really wished he knew) wasn't going to rip him apart, but may as well felt like it. He kicked the dirt before seeing the fox-wolf's signal for him to come along.

A bit hesitant at first, the fox eventually followed the larger animal at a bit of a distance, one he knew he could spring away from if he was attacked. Maybe he can get rid of some of the sting, and thought up a question. "Hey, my name's Hiraku. I'm sorry about calling you a fox..." he thought of an excuse, "...it's what my mother told me what...we were." Technically, it was the truth. He hoped for the best. "So, what's your name?" As much as "fox-wolf" would be an easy thing to remind him by, he didn't want to make it into a habit.