Moonsong Glacier you have walked this path since your birth

The random noises I make in order to describe Fallen's noises

Fallen's familiar head tilt resulted from Silver Shadow's question. Fight was a word he understood, but had trouble picturing. Wolves fought all the time, no? Over territory, over mates - and at that thought, his heart again ached for Wind Flower, over herds of elk to eat. Fighting wasn't hard to understand. 

But picturing himself doing it was difficult. His base instinct was to protect with snarls and raised hackles, bearing fangs and acting aggressively - but it was all a bluff. The red man was a wolf who wanted peace, not war. 

As to how to answer? He did not know the words, so- yheh-nho? Yea no? The word he didn't know was Kinda.