Cassiopeia's View in my dreams, i am supreme

His irrational ire— at both himself and the stranger— became sodden by the soft demand; a natural soothing to his violent tendencies that he wasn't expecting. He felt like an eternity went by before he had to break the eye contact, relenting as apology. The Rochester could find nothing interesting in the valley below. He saw no movement of prey, or a would-be companion of the man beside him. The broad wolf swallowed, loosening his spine so that he sat more naturally; an ear flicked towards his earthy company.

"Nate," he said after a while, voice clipped as he was yet undecided on which tone to use. "And so now what? I guess you're gonna—" he started rather harshly, before sighing and clearing his throat. He turned his face to the man, and amended quietly: "...what's your name?"