Hushed Willows Ironborn.

There was a moment. Not a pause of hesitation, nor one of annoyance or regret. The steel-furred brute continued to stare back at him, perhaps in quiet contemplation. Sundance couldn't hear the low rumbling he emitted, having kept a comfortable distance between them. The flagging of his own tail had been given purely to show this stranger that his presence wasn't welcome, and it seemed he would realise too late that he'd been a fool to think this loner would simply carry on his way.

"My name is-" the yearling started, pausing abruptly to note the arch of the outsider's proud tail. Something akin to surprise, laced with a tremor of fear, crossed the boy's pallid features as he completed his introduction: "Sundance. Who are you?"

Ah, that ought to work! Pretend everything was normal and encourage some small talk. They'd just started off on the wrong foot, after all, right?

He very much doubted things would be plain sailing from there, but Sundance was an aspiring optimist.