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

It seemed as though the wolf recognized him for a hot second, and Artax squinted, wondering if he should recognize the wolf who bowed his head. But the expression was fleeting, and Artax assumed it had only been a mistake. Or he was being played a fool, and he had been recognized by this guy. That sounded way too confusing to deal with, so he settled on the former explanation.

Hey there, he greeted, tail waving gently from side to side. He didn't really have any direction to go with the conversation, so he threw out a wildcard instead. Wanna help me scare up some grub? I bet we could find some rabbits around here.