Cosmic Hot Interstellar Plasma

FitzDutiful was out on this particularly pleasant day, in search of a wolf to talk to. He was still undecided as to which skill was the best for him to tackle first - Counsellor or Chronicler. He felt like he had a good chance at either, or even both, but no matter which he needed a wolf to concentrate on.

And so, on his search, his ears picked up the faint chuckle that Osprey produced. Wandering closer, he saw her glance around after one of these chuckles and tried to make eye contract, albeit very brief, with her. He could tell she was higher ranking. Not by much but, still, that one rank was all that counted. She was in a completely different league to him.

"Hello," he ventured softly, though not so faint as to be unheard, it was more to not startle. "Can I help you with anything?" Maybe he should go for Counsellor over Chronicler if this was how he started a conversation.