Deepwood Weald when the night was full of terrors

This can pretty much go any which way you'd like, but Sara is definitely going to try and rile him up a bit. If it becomes a fight, mind using dice rolls? Also, you can hover for translations! :D

The scent of something other was too strong to ignore. Sara roused himself from his lying position not too far from where the stranger stood and watched with a red curiosity as he moved about, seemingly carefree. It was rare to see a wolf without his guard up, especially with the breeding season so near; it was assumed that this brute was either stupid enough to think that his position was secure or unfortunate enough to lack a family name to protect.

Sara thought back to his own harem and the lengths that he went to in order to protect his seed. The instinct of self-preservation seemed to come in short supply in these lands.

He stood and allowed a low growl to bubble in the back of his throat as his hackles slowly raised to half height. Nune'chue? There was an unsettling smoothness to his words that he had spent years of scolding and commanding to perfect. Sara stood to wait for a response, not yet aware that his tongue was different from any other.