Grouse Thicket Of Pale Morning's Light...

Ulrich noted the boy's caution and sat down where he was, trying every way he knew how to show that he was friendly. When the boy's own tail began to wag, he breathed a subtle sigh of relief. There was no need for such tension. No one was going to attack anyone... he hoped.

The boy admitted to being lost, and Ulrich frowned. Is there somewhere you're trying to go? I... admit I don't know much of what's around here because I spend so much time inside my home territory, but... well, the sea is up farther north of us, and... And that was about all he knew. Where did you come from? he asked, hoping that might help him try and help the boy.