Swiftcurrent Creek the absence ceases

"Hello," came a voice, he lifted his head and saw a female, her pelt made of creams, browns and golds. His tail hung by his ankles and ears flattened slightly as a gesture of submission to the probably higher ranked female. "Hey," he replied, nodding politely at her. "Yeah, I'm quite new here.". Raziel was already suspecting this conversation would end really badly and awkwardly because neither of them seemed to know what to do.

"I'm Raziel, and who might you be?" obviously when he didn't know what to do, he would revert back to the old fashioned really formal polite greeting way. They probably would not be able to engage in a casual friendly conversation, maybe they could fight instead. Fighting usually helped, helped the silver agouti at least. Actions speak a lot more than words do after all.