Silver Moraine The Death of Every Darkness

He was pleased the male showed no signs of aggression at the scout's approach, paws finally slowing to a stop once he was within speaking distance. However, Mawk's head titled at the odd words spilling from the stranger's tongue after he arrived, eyes glimmering curiously. He'd heard very few languages spoken around him beside his own, so the foreign sound was... intruiging, to say the least. Soon, much to the man's relief, however, familiar words reached his ears, though they were a little broken. "My name is Mawk. Pleasure to meet you."