Heron Lake Plateau Just talk to me, like lovers do

Fluke didn't have to wait terribly long until someone came along. He dropped the rabbit at the sight of her and flicked his ears forward in interest, noting her unusual markings- and the sombre look on her face. She made her way toward him carefully down the slope, and he knew well enough to dip his head and keep his tail low, but still it waved from side to side, flicking against each ankle as it passed. He'd turned his ears back to show respect, but one of them flicked forward when she spoke. There was something different about the way she spoke- it sounded as though her tongue didn't move quite as much as it should, or something along those lines, and there was very little inflection in her tone- but then again, she was making a demand, rather than asking a question. Fluke wasn't the sort to judge a wolf by their accent anyway, so he bobbed his head and gave her a charming smile. 

"I'm Fluke Finchley, of the Firebirds," He said merrily. "Well, very newly of the Firebirds...I met Wildfire a few days ago, and she said that we were sort of a branch-off from this pack. I just thought I'd come and visit, to say hello, and to say that we're settling in," He said. Wildfire hadn't instructed him to do so- and he hadn't exactly said where he was going, either. But she'd told him theyw ere on friendly terms and he'd put his complete faith in her honesty.