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Diaval blinked with open confusion and then recoiled in vivid sympathy as the monochrome male nearly hit his head and began to hack feathers into the air. His own ears flattened immediately, his head falling low as he realized that he was the cause of this discomfort. Not him alone - his eyes glanced briefly at the white stranger - but it was still him. If he wasn't frozen with anxiety, he might have crawled on his belly. Unlike the white wolf, Diaval did not speak at all, not even to return his greeting.

When the snow-coated male - Ignvar he would soon learn - suggested they leave the grey alone, Diaval saw complete reason in the suggestion. He nodded, and turned to follow, pausing after a teetering moment of indecision and turning back quickly. "I'm sorry - uh - about...yeah. Sorry. Uh, if-if you want, we'll be - " he gestured the way they were headed. "So. Yeah." a pause and, finally, "Sorry."

He turned on his heel and followed the white male onto the beach, head still low.

"I really didn't mean to scare that guy." he murmured. "Oh - my name's Diaval."