A world of wolves, and wanders

The male did not take kindly to his attitude, flashing fangs stained with old blood. "That isnt a funny joke, cause its true." He growled. Pale brow would quirk, tail twitching at its tip. Temperamental, this one. Upper lip would curl in the slightest, disdain appearing for the barest of moments. "What brings you here?"

An answer might have been in order, had one of the many birds that littered this island now chosen to alight upon his shoulder. Curiosity would flicker over his features, and the male looked between the avian and the wolf. Companions were not unusual, in these lands. The manners of this one were not the best, though. Typically, one would introduce themself. Like master, like pet, the beast figured. A pretty little bird, it was. Mismatched gaze would return to the features of the young man. "Seeking entertainment, my dear." The titan crooned with a light shrug of their shoulders. "All the while, performing my duties as a scout."

Features would twist into a quizzical expression, auds shoving forward to pin the male with an intent stare. "And yourself, my dear? What draws you to this cacophonous island?" They referred, of course, to the calls of the birds that seemed to fill the canopies of each tree. The male's own bird remained decidedly silent.