Tuktu Weir Search for your crimson, it will be your guide

A wolf called his attention, and Yao was struck by how much this foreigner looked like one of his family members. The smell and pace were all wrong, though, but the appearance was uncanny. He knew that the words of respect that he normally gave to an elder would ring on deaf, confused ears here. It felt strange for him not to say them. He simply bowed his head instead, woofing softly in response, waiting for the other male to take the first step in the conversation.