Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

Though it took a few more moments, the message seemed to have gotten through, as the other wolf relaxed a bit and the rumbling died down. The awkward hanging of the other wolf's jaw did not change thought, and Slancio was left wondering if it was natural or caused by some form of an accident. The other wolf sniffed at the air, seemingly sniffing at him.

While the other male had relaxed, he still seemed wary of him. Slancio inwardly shurgged, not everybody can be as welcoming as Ondine or Teagan. He thought fondly of the two wolves he had met before, before turning back to reality and the wolf. "Hello," he barked out when he was near enough to be heard. "My name is Slancio."