Bearclaw Valley is it okay to cry, sometimes?

Phoenix was looking up at the high walls and the blatant part between them when a rumble of warning brought his attention leveling back to earth. The tall brute paused, his cardinal ears forward and senses scanning as he located the source: a small she-wolf, whose precise features were lost to the mist. He realized belatedly that he had been marching towards her pack, or else just a place she had  earmarked as something   to protect. The scent of others practically clawed at him now, making him feel foolish for concentrating only on his stomach.

Aware of his present disadvantage, Phoenix's ears swiveled backwards in polite deference and he made no motion to approach or take his eyes away from her silhouette. He did speak, however, looking to dissuade any violence between them. "Sorry for coming up like this, lady. I was just nosing around for a bite, not looking to trespass or anything," he said as evenly as he could, trying not to sound as defensive as he felt.