Neverwinter Forest callorhinus

He was struggling to speak, from the sounds of things. It dawned on her that this wolf might not have the capability of speech at all — but he wasn't deaf, he had heard her speak her name; perhaps, then, he only failed to recognize that it was a name.

This was an odd occurrence. Sulukinak wasn't accustomed to speaking at length and wasn't eager to do so now, given that the autumn wolf could not communicate that way. It would be easier to use body language; that had always been the way of her family, so it was not a problem.

As nervous as she was of this person, Sulukinak delved close — at least close enough to gather scents from the man and find out if he was ill, and where he had been, and if there were others around him; perhaps he was something dangerous like the hungry men that her mother spoke of. She would be careful, and retreat soundlessly after.

What she found was the scent of the man Dutch, which drew interest from Sulukinak. Her eyes brightened; she chuffed softly and said in her quiet way, Dutch? Is... brother? She had no word for friend or pack, only brother and sister and mother; so all men were brother, and all women were sister.