Moonsong Glacier isha

Indeed the man was not one for words, nor did he understand half of what he heard. He stopped with one paw raised, finally realizing another was nearby. 

A sniff told him this man was not to fear - for he smelt of moonpack, and that was acceptable. Fallen Sun thought only of moonpack and those not of moonpack; often he looked to others for opinions before deciding upon his own judgement when faced with loners.

Sunset - as he was called from time to time - wuffed in turn to the older man. The tone was questioning; often, a name was given. 

Fahlin suhn. he wuffed, the closest he'd come to getting it right.