Whitefish River you don't want to press your luck

Two arrive to greet him. Already, the difference in their numbers makes Shigetoshi feel defensive. One, however, appears welcoming, interested in knowing why the piebald steward beckoned them forth. He glances at each carefully, pale eyes giving him a disadvantage. Though the sun setting will help him soon.

Greetings, he starts, accent thick in his voice. Shigetoshi is careful to remain submissive towards the pack wolves. He bows his head to the white wolf first, and then to the roan. I am Kudo. If I may, I wish to inquire about your kingdom.