I kinda get broken when it comes to emotion

Auster was quiet, Hattori liked that. Back in Ashen it always felt as though someone was constantly calling at the borders, that he had to patrol till his paws ached as so many packs were smushed together. Their close proximity chafing despite the wide open space of the Archipelago. And still he often found himself wandering to the coast, nose twitching as he drew in the salty sea air. He did not expect to see anyone else here, he rarely ventured out with the intention of being social but the pale of his eyes soon fell upon a figure in the distance. Average in size and build, with a pallid, earthy coat. Like something rotting, but also somehow sweet. Antlers adorned their crown, coated in algae, a strange sight and clearly not native to these parts.

Drawing close, Hattori made no attempt to mask his approach. His wide set paws crunched against the sand, moving parallel to the tracks the stranger had already left. It seemed as though they were not alone, they spoke in a strange language to some sort of creature. Half duck, half mammal from the looks of it. He blinked slowly.

"What language is that?" Hattori asked.