I am the very model of a modern Major-General

Movement in his peripheral pulled his attention to one spot, head swiveling just slightly to allow him to focus on the change. A battlescarred wolf stood there suddenly, of a size and coloration that could have suggested Abraxas lineage had Apollo not known better. Moon-gray eyes met sun-gold and the male's head tilted in greeting. Apollo returned the nod curtly, but did not leap down from his vantage point to approach as might have been more polite. He did not intend to give up any advantage he might hold over a stranger until he learned if it intended hostility, and a wolf as heavily scarred as this had surely seen a great deal of battle. Whether the scarring would prove to mean that the beast was a great warrior, or simply one who had lost a lot of fights, remained to be seen, and until he knew he would be cautious. And after.

"Good evening," he rumbled, his deep voice carrying easily the distance between the two wolves.