Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

Ashlar was always a little starstruck when faced with wolves of this caliber. Arric was large and imposing, but he spoke as warmly as Prophet might. The fur along his cheeks warmed, and he dipped his muzzle briefly. Words. He had to say something in return!

Ashlar ventured a few sniffs of his own, but timidly. We aren't... I mean, I'm not here for anything important. It's Redtail Rise, that... the one over there. He gestured towards the faint silhouette peeking through the horizon's mist. It's a place of warriors. But I'm... I heal. His ears burned a bit as he looked at the man but couldn't meet his eyes. He'd thought this would go more smoothly, and that he would be sure to make friends with whoever he met! But he had not expected to be faced with a guardian like this, and he wondered if this was a pack of warriors too. His nerves worsened for it, as it meant this conversation might be even more important. Perhaps he'd been silly to think this was a job for him!! Surely Prophet would face this man and become fast friends.