Northstar Vale you're so dead meat

She seemed nervous too — or maybe it was just more of that formal quietude that shook him uncomfortably so.  It was an eternity before she returned his greeting, but when she did he seemed to soften.  Her name was unlike any he'd heard before (though he could say the same about most wolves), and he wondered with the repeating syllable if he'd have an easier time with pronouncing Kukutux than he did with something like Andraste.  

When she agrees to slide down the hill with him he can't help as the elation spreads over him: first his ears raise, then his tail begins to wag.  Oh, of course, he says, bounding the few steps up the ditch his body had carved down the hill, come this way, it's easier.