Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

It was obvious that the oak-colored male didn't seem welcoming of Āzon's sudden presence, which was to be expected from a wolf who was feeding. Everytime the brute looked, they flashed sharp ivories to make their statement clear: "Don't come near my food." Āzon didn't intend to take their catch (and pre-killed game wasn't exactly his go-to) but his approach must've told a different tale. Now, what would be something that could let the yearling know that he didn't have any ill intent? Words that would basically tell them that this wolf had no need to feel threatened by Āzon...

"I'm not gonna take yer deer, jackass." was what he ultimately said to them, spoken calmly yet a bit too casually for context, while drinking from the lake.

'Jackass'. Yes Āzon, real heartfelt. As if his lack of socialization wasn't bad enough, the white wolf still lacked manners necessary to not make him look like a bafoon. You'd think growing up as the potential heir to his father's throne, he'd have the attitude of your "Stereotypical royal". But no — in reality, all those stuffy manurisms which were shoved down his throat for a crown he did not desire, were ultimately thrown down the drain as soon as the sire fled the kingdom. In all reality, Āzoniol had as much polite wording as a drunken sailor.

Still, that wasn't really an excuse to use his fowl-mouth so freely, ecspecially not towards a stranger that didn't know him. So, after realizing that he may have insulted them out of the blue, Āzoniol stood up, swallowed the water in his mouth, and continued. "Uh...I didn't mean t'call you that, I.....I'm not gonna steal your food?" The words sounded more like a question rather than an actual statement, and Āzon could do nothing more but internally cringe while turning his head to finally look towards them.