Luneshale Pass I don't know where to put my hands

Before he could think of what question to ask first, the towering wolf commanded him to keep up as he marked the borders. Bushtit blinked, but quickly fell into step beside the larger male. Part of him smarted at the terse words and wanted to say, Do you even know who I am? But that would be a cringe thing to say. Of course he didn’t know; they hadn’t even exchanged introductions.

I’m Bushtit, he said, having to tilt his head quite a bit to look up at the wolf he flanked. He bit his tongue against the douchey urge to name drop, instead querying, What’s your name?