This Is Bad

There was a rumble in his chest as he realized that the call coming forth seemed quite urgent. He roused instantaneously, fear strickening his chest as he drew in a breath. With a grunt he was on all fours, pushing himself upward and into a stance of leadership. Ears folded back in alarm as he responded with a resounding howl - answering the caller and letting him know he was on his way. With a flash of his tail he was off, bringing himself out into the snow and ice. He recognized the wolf who had called to be Pontifex, though the reason for his urgency was unknown. Gerhardt hated unknowns. With a flicker of his paws he charged forward as quickly as the snow would allow, bringing himself onto the scene in mere minutes. "Pontifex, what is the cause for alarm?" Ears remained pinned to his skull as his lip drew up slightly. If something was the matter, the King would have to deal with it promptly.

"Speech"