Moonspear Time will explain

Oh, he liked her.

Her quick humor drew the hint of a grin to his features—a task in itself for many. “Good. I was hoping that quality would rub off on me,” he echoed, muzzle tilting lightly as he studied the she-wolf. Maybe she preened at him for more information—or, maybe, he had finally found another wolf besides Njord who he could see a potential camaraderie.

“Ukulele the seasoned nomad,” he tried, tasting her name on his tongue and then giving a shrug. “Got in trouble a lot, did you?” Another smile that threatened at his lips—and he found himself nodding in the direction of the lands, a quiet invitation for her to follow him as he began to turn and walk. “Argent. Without a nickname.” Spoken in full when in trouble and in the throes of…. Ahem.

He probably shouldn’t scare her away.

“Sialuk is the leader here and is tending to many matters these days. If she can’t come to the borders to assess you herself, I don’t think she would mind I escort you to her.”