And down he goes, interested too in the smaller plants than full grown trees, or how natural rocks look or what a flower even is. He's not going to linger too long on them simply because they're not moving and the wolves could move, he can always backtrack to check out a bit of green later.
The little one, Drake notes immediately, has gone missing. He's not in the right shape to put a better sense of smell to work and try to determine where she went, but that was alright. Surely too small to be a threat. Maybe he was the threat instead! Except the adult is still here and doesn't seem to be acting in ways he associates with canine hostility thanks to the occasional dog or wolf-leaning asura - no teeth, no hackles.
And then it says something and Drake slams to an abrupt halt, visibly surprised. He'd been assuming til now he was dealing with an animal, like those cloth hamsters, incapable of communication and uninterested in trying, thus fine to approach and do as he pleased. Suddenly he has to reassess both his own actions and the actions the wolves have taken - if one can talk the other probably can too, and this is NOT Brutes territory. If push came to shove, he's an invader in another predator's space.
"Ah," is the supremely clever response as he frantically works on figuring out whether or not anything he knows applies to this situation, "Hello." The strangeness of the werewolf's communication doesn't occur to him, speech for demons didn't even always require a mouth, but this isn't a species he recognizes at all. "...Is this your tribe's territory? I didn't see any markers, but I'm not looking to trespass."
Well. He's polite enough about it; Laughs is an unknown, but intelligent, and likely not from another Junkyard group, so there's really no need to start trouble on purpose.
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The little one, Drake notes immediately, has gone missing. He's not in the right shape to put a better sense of smell to work and try to determine where she went, but that was alright. Surely too small to be a threat. Maybe he was the threat instead! Except the adult is still here and doesn't seem to be acting in ways he associates with canine hostility thanks to the occasional dog or wolf-leaning asura - no teeth, no hackles.
And then it says something and Drake slams to an abrupt halt, visibly surprised. He'd been assuming til now he was dealing with an animal, like those cloth hamsters, incapable of communication and uninterested in trying, thus fine to approach and do as he pleased. Suddenly he has to reassess both his own actions and the actions the wolves have taken - if one can talk the other probably can too, and this is NOT Brutes territory. If push came to shove, he's an invader in another predator's space.
"Ah," is the supremely clever response as he frantically works on figuring out whether or not anything he knows applies to this situation, "Hello." The strangeness of the werewolf's communication doesn't occur to him, speech for demons didn't even always require a mouth, but this isn't a species he recognizes at all. "...Is this your tribe's territory? I didn't see any markers, but I'm not looking to trespass."
Well. He's polite enough about it; Laughs is an unknown, but intelligent, and likely not from another Junkyard group, so there's really no need to start trouble on purpose.