Moonspear comedic timing

The pale wolf he watched didn't seem too hostile, which was nice. Markus gave her a quick once-over glance, trying to be subtle about it. He didn't think she would cause him any trouble, which was strange because he'd almost kicked down her door and helped himself to her house. The vague idea that, that sounded dirty drifted through his mind, before he was startled by the appearance of another wolf. This one...did not seem quite so nonthreatening. All dark and serious without the benign atmosphere, tail curled high. When she spoke to him he realized why. It was her door - not the pale lady's - he'd almost knocked down. That made sense. 

"Oh." He stated, a bit awkward. "Well...it's nice..." the silence filled in for a moment. "Good set of rocks." He finished lamely, eyes flickering up to see a second dark wolf beyond this heavily dominate female. They were everywhere. If they were snakes, he'd have been bitten, beaten, robbed and had his identity stolen by now. He did not notice that the dark female was waiting for him to continue. He offered nothing and brought his attention back to the pale wolf who had sat herself neatly on the ground - yeah, this one was much less threatening. And did they know each other...? There seemed to be some kind of recognition between them.

"They are not, however, as enthralling as a vale of mine own,"

Oh. Shots fired. He glanced at the dark form and back, again, to the paler one. "You have a mountain, too?" He looked between the two females again, genuinely curious how miss 'This is My Mountain' was going to respond. She seemed humorless but it wasn't as if the situation was keen for it. "Oh, I'm Markus, by the way. Loner. Passing through" your mountain, almost - not anymore. "I need to get on your level, I don't even own a rock." He snickerd. God, he was so lame sometimes.