Firefly Glen Chariot with Sun in Tow

In the days since his arrival Tsukiko had encountered enough wolves to not be surprised when they spoke, yet the quality of this one's voice coupled with the sheer number of words made him gawk for a moment. He couldn't process as fast as another wolf, perhaps. But he understood, even if he was silent and strange in his manners. The man's ears fanned forwards as he listened in to the dark wolf while the rest of him remained poised and tense, as undecided as the rest of him if this was an avenue of risk he was willing to rush down.

Tsukiko understood hunt; he understood friend too, and was pleasantly surprised when the stranger's body language matched up with his intonation. The man thought of inviting the shadow along in some way - as he could not speak, had not spoken in such a long time he had essentially forgotten how - and awkwardly dipped in to some sort of bow. It was almost like the play-bow of invitation to a game, as he had played with Hydra, but more mechanical. More forced. He couldn't shake the nervous feeling in his body that made his gait stiff or his manners cold.

But he was hungry, and knew the other was hungry too - so he would have to wait and see if his message was properly conveyed. Yes, hunt, yes, friend.