Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

He stopped when bade to, turning to face her. Having never encountered someone fully deaf before, Asa wasn't sure how to approach this conversation. The elders of the mountain he had come from were in various stages of degradation due to their advanced ages - but that was different. He doubted that shouting words would be of use (which was practically the only way to speak to those older wolves and be understood). He felt a little like a fish out of water as he listened to her.

He did not want to insult her.

I... I thought what I was hearing... was a cougar. His ears fanned awkardly in place, twisting back and then forward, a flash of apology crossing his face. It was unlike anything familiar to me. I suppose... Screeching is accurate? No offense meant, miss.

Hopefully she would not tear his face off; Asa really wished he had ignored the call at this point, even if that went against his nature, his nurture, and everything else.