Heron Lake Plateau Just talk to me, like lovers do

It was hard to tell if his greeter was bewildered by having someone come visit the plateau so soon, as her facial expression didn't exactly change, but her monosyllabic grunt said as much. He realized that perhaps it was earlier than any of the plateau wolves would have expected, to have recruits from their sister pack come visiting so that they too, themselves, could establish a friendly connection. But he couldn't see it as a bad thing, necessarily- they would want for Wildfire to do well, wouldn't they? Towhee didn't look disappointed, not by any means- but Fluke did find her a bit hard to read- a d fairly intimidating as well. He thought she might be a bit older, simply by the way she looked much more tough and scarred- but no more older than him than by a year, if that. 

She voiced another question, and again he was lightly puzzled by the garbled sound of her voice. Did she have something stuck in her throat? Having never met a deaf wolf, he'd never experienced what it was like to speak to one, so he wasn't really sure what to make of it- but ironically, he found it was easier to understand her when he read her lips at the same time. "I'm from a nomadic pack. We didn't exactly share all the same ideals or morals, though, so I left. I just ran into Wildfire yesterday- or maybe the day before? Time flies! Oh- anyway, I brought this for you," He said, nudging the rabbit forward. He smiled hopefully. "Kind of as a good neighbourly gesture." How was he supposed to know how you treat neighbours? He'd never exactly had any, where he'd moved around so much. But this seemed about right.