Bearclaw Valley ‘Arise, devour.'

Toad would be lying if he said he wasn't somewhat intimidated by the creature before him. Much larger than himself, with an obvious strength about him and something of a... stand-offish look to him. And silence. Were all the wolves here mute? First Merrick's woman, and now this man. He did look expectant, though- and perhaps he was looking for Toad to take the lead here. 

I'm Toad, He introduces coolly after clearing his throat. Who're you. More of a demand than a question. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to prove himself as nothing of a weakling in front of this guy, but he figured being confident in his speech, at least, was an easy way to show he could hold his own in some ways despite his smaller size.