The Sunspire hesitations outside the door

his call is swiftly met; delight casts his cut-moon gaze curiously over the larger black wolf that approaches, the anticipation he feels mounting. is this rannoch? 

no. not rannoch, but rannoch will come soon. fair enough. it is only in this moment that it occurs to delight he has never interacted with another pack at all, let alone in terms of diplomacy -- the closest being his conversation with zenith when she was scouting out the tuktus. the wolves of tindómë seem to have more or less copped to his particular lack of grace and formality as morwinyon, but what's expected of him here? what would mato do?

respectfully he dips his head, opting for a deferrential politeness for now. "yes," he begins, "my name is delight singing-sunlight, the morwinyon of tindómë. we've just traveled from our original home to settle in the vale -- our, er, scout didn't report any packs in the area so we didn't realise we'd end up so close to you." his explanation comes in one big breath, picking up speed until the syllables trip over each other in an anxious rush to escape his brain. realising he's just going to have to re-explain all of this rannoch, delight nearly stops there, but thinks to add, "a former pack-mate of mine -- brienne -- is amongst your ranks here. we ran into each other briefly and she said she'd inform, uh, you about us meeting." there. that sounds nice and proper and hopefully will get them started on the right foot.

yay, diplomacy.