Bearclaw Valley -- i've dreamt this moment, so overdue

As directions were requested, he swung his muzzle to the side so that it was facing northward. “That way,” he said, wondering to himself how he could have gotten that lost. Not that it really mattered, he likely wouldn’t be seeing the man again after today. “If you’re heading that way, I’d suggest not going directly north,” he added, turning back to face him. “My sister’s pack is just over there—wouldn’t want to run into yet another pack if you don’t plan on joining any.” More so, he didn’t want the man getting too close, for worry that either of his sisters might have gone into heat; he wasn’t there to fight off any unwelcome suitors, so he did what he could from afar.

The male—now known as Engel—continued to speak, covering the introductions; really, he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest if they’d gone on forgotten. “Xan,” he returned with anyways.