Lion Head Mesa I know you can hear me

Strangers were near far sooner than what had been expected. A white wolf, small and hardened in the eyes. Others followed suite, some close, while more lingered behind. Such a peculiar entourage. The beast was intrigued, but alas, he could not express this.

"Why are you so close to Akashingo?"

So the little man spoke.

Akashingo? This place was unknown.

If there had been borders a mile behind or a mile ahead, he couldn't yet tell. He was far too tired to care. 

Staring upon the white wolf blankly, the beast cocked his head, tail settling flat against his hocks. He then wondered if his inability to speak would draw suspicion and the watching eyes would turn to snapping teeth. Sure, he was a fighter, and a damned good one, but in this state-... there were too many.

Would the stranger catch on, or remain oblivious? While he wanted to know more of this Akashingo, he could not do so without first proving to the white one that he and his silent tongue bore no ill will.