Little Goat Mountain There's another side

He couldn't decipher her musings but decided that he shouldn't delve into them. If she wanted him to hear she would've spoken up. So he merely tilted his head to listen to her next words, interest spiking.
Did she know of Aure?
Possibly not, nevertheless he was happy to give up the information. Just so Aure could hear his name, and what his intentions were.
"My name is Rakk, and yes I wish greatly to see her again."  He smiled with melancholy, he didn't know if he'd ever see her again.
He better do.

"Please, tell me of your name too. I would delight in hearing it, Ma'am."  The words were out before he could stop them. Perhaps they were overbearing, or just plain weird to the wolf. Hopefully, she suspected naught. He'd not be able to have his Aure hear his name from the lips of another, if so.
Until he found a different messenger.

That's it!
Get the word out, make them know he was looking for her. Scream it from the mountains, maybe she would hear the words from his lips herself if he did. A feverish wilderness came into his muted eyes. He would have to thank this wolfess greatly for giving him a tremendous idea.