Shimmering Sands chand sifarish jo karta hamaari;

Endeavor couldn't help the immediate head tilt he gave the stranger, turning his head as if he thought letting the words hit his ears from a different angle might help him understand better. This only served to make them both look confused, but as the other seemed to wilt slightly under his poor verbal presentation, Endeavor was not deterred by the language or cultural barriers they now shared. He wasn't the type to be bothered by such things.

"Endeavor," he answered with a proud, quick bob of his ruffled skull. "You?" he echoed, trying to limit his word usage to the ones he knew this male could understand. The male was shifting of his forepaws, as if eager or impatient for something more. This was a fine-looking wolf— nevermind his muddied blood— but if he wanted to stand around and puzzle over a conversation, then the Siebold male didn't make for good company.