Otter Creek of an austere ebon tide

From the looks and sounds of it, the other wasn't disrespectful in any sense of the word, as he returned his greeting. It was a good change from yesterday (even though it was probably his fault for provoking people in the first place, his pride would never allow him to admit that). The male went up to the small spring himself, only a few feet away from the other, he carefully lapped up a few sips of the rather shallow water before looking back to the stranger, the fur on his muzzle now dripping a little from the creek.

"Do you have a pack?" He asked politely, tilting his head a bit. Though by scent Rayder would assume that he was alone, it could just the smell of a pack that he was unfamiliar with, despite the slim chances of it. Besides, it gave him something to talk about once he got confirmation from the other. Rayder's tail swished behind him, not quite in an excitable manner, but friendly enough.