Law of The Jungle

It wasn't terribly often that the wolf would begin conversation. On occasion one might pipe up, but normally as long as he only bumped into one at a time they preferred to keep their distance. Probably habits learned from experience or simply common sense. Usually it was he who spoke the first words, so when the wolf greeted him Atlas turned his head curiously her direction, still munching on a mouthful of vegetation. His expression amicable, the bull quickly swallowed his leafy greens and offered a dip of his head before responding, "Indeed, I have. It's been a bit too warm for my liking." Swimming was his personal favorite means of cooling off.

Turning his body to better face her, he added, "I'm Atlas. What's your name?" It was probably better to not address each other simply as 'Moose' and 'Wolf' after all.