Redhawk Caldera No one says no to Gaston

From the young man's reluctance, he was led to assume that wherever it was that he was from, the vast majority of the wolves there spoke whatever language it was that he spoke now. Apparently, they'd taught two languages though- which was helpful. It wasn't terribly often that Bronco met a wolf whose primary language was not what he thought was the 'common tongue' but then again...He'd lived inside a relatively small bubble. For all he knew, his language wasn't the common tongue at all, compared to the rest of the world. 

The stranger spoke again, seemingly haven forgotten in the blink of an eye that Bronco wouldn't understand him. One of the words sounded somewhat like 'halfwit' though there was no possible way, he thought, that this guy was insulting him simply because he didn't understand a language he'd never heard before. His next statement was friendly- and quite well-spoken, for one who supposedly struggled with the language. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," He said with a bob of his head. Not knowing exactly how strong the man's grasp on the language was, he figured he ought to keep things simple, at first. "I'm Bronco. This is Brecheliant," He said, gesturing to the Caldera.