Can you handle my pranks (OoO)

The brute was just about on his way back to Valhalla when the wind shifted. A scent of another wolf; a stranger, hit his nose. This was one who he did not know and wondered what they were doing in such stars forsaken a place. Thane's white lined ears perked up to listen for a howl that may have been given but perhaps this wolf didn't intend for another to notice them. Wanting to be noticed or not didn't stop the male from investigating out of curiosity.

An eagle's cry was heard overhead as his faithful companion flew by. The golden eagle glided by the brute's side as he walked.

"Master Thane, where are we off to now? Are your paws itching for another adventure?" the bird said as he glided alongside his companion.

"No Cyril, I figured that I would investigate the whereabouts of a stranger on the battlefield. Why do you have any opposition to it? I'd rather you don't get your feathers ruffled so easily." he said with a finishing smile.

Cyril faked a gasp as he pretended to be offended.

"Well well well, look who has a bit of a bite to their words!"

Thane chuckled as he replied.

"It may be the only bite I ever have to them."

The friendly bickering continued until the mysterious wolf came into view. As they neared the wolf before them Thane called out to the wolf.

"Hello. My name is Thane Tsarev. I don't usually spend my time in this stars forsaken place; you look a bit lost. Do you need any help?" he said before ccoming up in front of the brute before him.

Cyril then perched himself on his Master's shoulder before giving a nod to the stranger.

"And my name is Cyril,tis a pleasure."

The two friends awaited the wolf's reply.