Phoenix Maplewood momentos

Tulimaq did not get far before the voice punched its way through the air, a volley meant to distract or to draw him from his intended work; and it was successful in at least pulling at his proverbial reins.
Old man? It was not offensive to be old, because to be old one had to be wise or very skilled with survival, so it was more of a compliment to him - to his people as well - that he might live so long. It came out of the gold of the wood, though.
A low rumble rose from his chest as he surveyed the path he had traveled, seeking the stranger; it wasn't until a second or two later he saw the tapered figure of a wolf.
Is that any way to speak to your esteemed elders? That was a joke, maybe, probably.