Absolutely Pished

Well that didn’t work. The fur of his throat stood nervously on end as if anticipating it was about to be torn out, his eyes widening ever so slightly as the wolf became increasingly more impatient. He swallowed a growing lump in his throat and attempted to mimic the local accent. “Sir, I believe I am lost.” He said, shouting over the roar of the rapids. He wasn’t sure what would entail a greater coup; running with his tail between his legs before he was attacked or being sent on his way without being detected as a wolf from another pack. He supposed under those circumstances the latter would be more respectable, but if he managed to outfox the other wolf in his escape, either by hiding or simply outrunning him, that might count for something as well. But of course… He was still a good distance away, and the other male would still need to cross the rapids to get at him, it was risky, but if he pulled it off, he would no doubt be regarded as a legend. “Am lookin’ fer a man by the name a Hewart Jass. Also goes by Hugh.” He shouted across the rapids. “Don’t s'pose ye’ve seen ‘im about?”

This is him talking