Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

A head tilt, intent in those forest eyes betraying his minimal vocabulary, as he looked to the jaws of that who had spoken. The fiery wolf had learned enough words to get by, but a silken voice did not always mean the right sequence, nor the right meaning. 

The stranger smelt of pack - any pup would know what that meant. He'd been found, though he did not seek to be of harm to anyone here. A drink of water was all, yet putting words to tongue in ways others understood was not something he and a pup shared. 

Fallen Sun chose to shake his head, a long-since learned 'no'. But followed swiftly with a No... harm- as both a statement of intention, as well as a question.